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I don't know why I picked this up, but it was early in the morning, it was free, and it was from the bank.
I trust the bank with candy.
It was obviously an Easter leftover. They had Tootsie Rolls, too, and I could have reviewed those, but nooooo, I wanted to do something interesting for the sake of the blooooog.
You people fucking owe me.
I brought it home. I stared at the bunny. He stared at me.
I ate him, fully expecting him to be exactly what he was advertised as- a marshmallow, giving some liberty for hardness as it was after Easter, but instead, I was treated to the cotton-candy flavor equivalent of fucking heroin injected into my tongue. This was definitely liquefied cotton candy. I can taste the Red Lake #9.
No go, Judson-Atkinson. I want free stuff.
1/10- GROSS
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