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I saunter back to the guarded doorway, the carrot clenched tightly in my fist. Peeking ahead, I noticed the guard was gone. Shouts arise from behind me. I turn. A mob of orange-tinted customers is shuffling towards me with blank expressions. In the same instant, the carrot bites my hand. I scream and fling it towards the floor. The mob picks up its pace. My brain is tingling. A sharp pain in my gut. In my last moments of consciousness, I smell something. What is it?
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