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The Woods Past the Carnival

As you beg for the antidote, she hands it to you. Once you drink it, she takes out a lemon zester, and starts shaving your skin. You live to see her dump the skin shavings into her lemonade. You understand why her lemonade tasted a little familiar. It was the last thing you tasted, and last thing it will remain.
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