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Monday, November 2, 2009

Number Four

You stare at the cookies on the plate, practically drooling over them.  You can taste one in your mouth now, the delicious chocolate bits just screaming at you to eat them.  You look left and right making sure no one is in the room and reach out a hand.  You pick up one of the soft cookies and bite a chunk out of it.  You swallow it with a blissful smile on your face.  Then, suddenly, an angry feeling ripped through your stomach.  You clutch at it, the blissful look on your face disappearing as one of intense pain crossed it.  You look around wildly trying to find something that will relieve the pain. . . like a Tylenol.  All too late, you see the glass vial with something that looks mysteriously like acid inside.  You groan inwardly and fall to the floor.  Your vision blurs before you and you can't be sure, but you think you see a mad scientist standing over you.  Then everything goes black.  I'm sorry, you're dead.


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