[ The wait is worse than the cutting. The chill anticipation. The dreadful unspoolings of an antic imagination. He doesn't know what else is in store when she picks the bag up. But it can't be good. ]
[ Lo and behold. It's not. ]
[ He gives one final impressive scream before he's dumped into the fizzling solution. Bye bye, Teddy. ]
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[ Lo and behold. It's not. ]
[ He gives one final impressive scream before he's dumped into the fizzling solution. Bye bye, Teddy. ]