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Accidental Clicks By Brendan Whitt

“Suddenly a white can appeared in the middle of the table. Admen stared at John never breaking eye contact while still donning his creepy bright smile. John confusingly stared back. John had been thirsty since he first walked through the door. He didn’t know where the can came from or what was in it, but the dripping condensation covering the can was seducing him.”

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