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One is strong with tears vegetable. When I trying to cut a circle yellow vegetable. My tears running down from my cheeks. It’s stings like a bee. I got to rush into the kitchen sink and pour water on my eyes. Onions is so strong my tears rushing on down. I just can’t stand it. A strong woma with the onions makes me weak. Can’t sit next to those dry ones. I will cry. Just be the smells looks like sorrow. I not being a baby about it. Just another onion do the work. I guess it’s getting me back for cutting those for dinner. I like onions on my food. But rats it’s tears me up. If onions didn’t cry, I be able to grab those and chopped those vegetables.