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There it is, sitting alone on the shelf, taunting your taste buds with its knobbly brown skin and succulent flesh: the last potato in the store. You feel your eyes rolling back and your hands beginning to tremble as your thoughts turn to what you would do with this wonderful, heaven-sent vegetable. You must hurry; the other shoppers are beginning to stare.
This is your life. This is your potato. What do you do with it?
My potato would be Hasselback style.