Mysteries of garage sales

I have a Thing.

I do not know what it is, what it should be used for, what it can be used for, or what to call it, aside from "Bob". The people running the garage sale had no idea either. It wasn't even priced; they said they'd give it away to anyone who could tell them what it was.

I said, half jokingly, "a hand exerciser," and they laughed and accepted that and gave it to me, but, uh. Still don't know what it is.

Any ideas?

It looks like this:



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So, er.

Anyone have any ideas whatsoever?

(Preferably non-smartass ones, but I know you guys *grin*)

ETA: Mystery solved! It is a flour duster. (See comments.) Woot \o/ I like the intarwebz. It knows things.

WC not-a-drabble time

This is part of something that wants to be longer and plottier and full of sex and deception and wacky hijinx, but I can't for the life of me write any of it, so you get this instead. :) I was too lazy to trim it down to 100 words exactly, so it's more of a flashfic thing or fic snippet or whatever.

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