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Slimy, dark green and a strong taste of sour sugar.
I stared at the supper boiling in a large pan. I see it move around, wiggling around just as when corn is peeled. Ugly green grubs, nesting inside my mouth, feeling comfortable. I move away from the pan, put on nose plugs, and ate yummy Dorito chips.
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