I’m sorry, but standing in front of a bunch of candies dressed like a bunch of candy doesn’t change the fact that we could smell the rancid piles of cat-piss-soaked laundry and unwashed menstrual cups haloing your bunk bed through a Yankee Candle outlet store.
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