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You realize, dizzily, that there's a syringe sticking out of your arm. As your vision starts to black out, you look around the room, catching a final glimpse at the flesh hanging on almost every wall. The overwhelming sense of dread in your chest tells you that you might be joining those slabs of meat soon, or maybe even the candy that the shop so innocently sells.
You wonder what it’s going to be like, being turned into candy. You hope it doesn’t hurt too badly.
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