My brothers and sisters and I enjoyed happy times packaged together in our journey through life. Pallets and trucks and well-lit shelves. It was a simple existence. We needed nothing but each other. We were excited for a new chapter in life together when a college student took us off the shelf and put us in his basket. The lout's bagging skills left something to be desired. The single plastic bag, flimsy enough to get caught in the youngest of trees, made a valiant effort to hold us, but it just didn't have the strength. I watched from somewhere in the distance as my body fell to the ground alongside my kin. We groaned together in pain as we struck the pavement. I felt something break, and a cold breeze wafted through my noodles. My flavor pack drifted down the street. They cried out to me, but I hadn't the energy to respond. Why was I chosen to fall?
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