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As another guest fell to the floor, Ronald rushed to the kitchen, puzzlement upon his face. He rummaged around the jars of spices he’d used while cooking.
He realized why his late wife had insisted he keep chemicals from the lab in a separate cabinet. He thanked the Gods he hadn’t had time to eat.
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