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one day the small potato bounced down a bridge with happiness until it realized the bridge was a fork and he was marching into a mouth.

the small potato was not very happy to be crushed into small pieces by sharp teeth so he cried. 

small potato sad.

small potato is not sad anymore. he is too dead to be sad.

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