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Added 2024-10-27 16:53:21 +0000 UTC4̴̡̙̲͖̻̺̼̟̖̮̅̂͑̊̀ ̷̭͍̺͓̼̳̯̗̺͕̔̅Ḑ̷̹͕̺̦̟̼̮̝̌̂̀̄̃̄̍̔͆A̴̭͚̩̠͚̥͈̖̋Y̷̡̠̙͕͛̽̋͂S̷̡̩͊̇ ̴͖̘̯͆̍̾̈́̀̉̂T̸̨̡̲̝͚̻̜̦͊͗ͅƠ̵͔̈́̑ ̴̤̺̀̄̾͗͛̾͋̀͠Ḩ̷̼͍͔̻̦̖̫͇̿̈́̊͊̈̑̉͗̓̕Â̷̧̲͚͋̊L̶͖̭̟̮̤͊̄̑͑̾̉͒́͌͜͝L̶̥͉̮̗̟͎̤̉͊̈́͑̂̌̀̌̉ͅͅÔ̸̟̳̪͖̏͌̀͊̔̚͝W̷̪͉͙̿͛̓͛̓̒̈̽͠Ę̷̹̮̺̘̫͉͐̐́́̅̿̄̀͠ͅͅE̵̯̖͋̊̉̀͘N̵̻̠̆̽
There was something in the candy. As soon as I swallow, I know something is wrong. My throat burns, my heart beginning to seize. It squeezes as though in a vise and I throw the door open, startling a group of trick or treaters. I can't help but clutch desperately at my throat and chest. The children run but I make eye contact with you, my next door neighbour, over the jack-o'-lanterns on my porch. I try to speak but my heart starts to skip rapidly, fluttering in my chest, and my vision is going dark. I sink to my knees with one hand out toward you. My heart trips, constricts once like a fist is wrapped around it, and stops. I fall back, surrounded by an orange glow and the scent of poisoned sugar. The last thing I'm aware of is you ripping my shirt up and your cool hands between my breasts. I'm helpless in your hands.
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