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Then you heard him shuffling his things, and when you turn to face him, his hand was outstretched, hovering over the small plate. You look at him, puzzled. Is he going to place an offering?

Your assumptions were confirmed when you saw him drop a single lollipop just beside your hard candy, and when you peered closer, the sweet was made of a weird flavor, a contrast to your watermelon treat.

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