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Potato skins

i used to have skin. that is a memory from long ago that i dont know much of anymore. probably because i dont have skin now.

i am a potato that is awesome. 

one day a human kidnapped me and put me on a counter.

then he sliced me open. he scooped my guts out and mashed them up to make mashed potatoes. 

then there was a feeling of cheese and stuff being dumped into my empty skin. i felt very hurt because it is painful to be cut open.

then i went into the oven to be cooked into death. and i died.