Pot Ato

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My name is Pot Ato the Potato. My family owns a farm where we grow wheat 🌾 we grow millions of things. Well I started getting tired of being on this farm so I went to tell my family. I asked them if it was okay if I could go. They said no that whole night I was up thinking about what I would do. But then something clicked in my head. They said I couldn't leave but I could just rip a piece of me off and put it here so I would grow and I could stay here and away

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