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Lydia quickly unwrapped the candy bar, ready to devour the treat. Seeing what was inside, she screeched, tossing the bar across the room.
“Mom!” Lydia screamed.
Lydia’s mother rushed into the living room. “What? What is it?”
Lydia pointed to the mangled bar, smashed against the baseboard.
Picking up the bar, Lydia’s mother glanced at the human thumb sticking out from the chocolate and sighed.
“Fine, if you don’t want finger flavor then go see if your brother will trade for an eyeball pop,” her mother scolded, putting the candy in her pocket and wiping her tentacles on her apron.