I kept thinking, I can't believe I'm an onion. This is my whole life?
One day a little girl came along and picked me. She brought me back to her family, who lived in a small house in the woods. From the moment she picked me, I could feel the life force slowly draining away from me.
We arrived at her little house, and her mother diced me up.
My last thoughts were, I still can't believe this was my life. But at least I can nourish this family.
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