A long long time ago, in a land far far away, there was a large gaggle of potatos. These potatos were all plump and round, except for one. Nobody ever talked to this potato, for he was mushy and awkwardly shaped, nobody even bothered to learn his name. This poor potato couldn't roll around joyfully like the other potatos, he kind of just sat there, depressed, Until thanksgiving day, when a family, desperate for mashed potatos, mashed the mushy potato, he was depressed no more, because he was dead. The end.

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