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The girl whiped her face from the oncoming tears. Smearing her face, she didn’t care. She looked at the sight in front of her. The scene was quite messy, horrific even. She gave out a shaky sigh before getting off of her knees. She slugishly walked to the mashes mess in front of her. She looked around the whole mess; “shit,” she cursed to herself. What she was seeing, it was quite a pernicious outcome. As she fell to her knees again she felt little droplets of mist fall on her face. She looked up at the sky and felt rain fall on her, hard rain. Just as she was ahout to sob again, something caught her eye. Her eyes widen as she gasped. Could it be-? She crawled over mushy white mess and grabbed the object. “It is!” she cried, “It really is! Potato!” she smiled through the pain, because now all she saw was light. The only popato that didn’t get slaughtered and mashed by the tomatos. Through the darkness was light, even if it was as small as hope and happiness could come.