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When the human reached in for a "Prime Chip," their fingers met only the dry, unyielding surface of a Pretzel. Then another. And another.

ends with a single observation: “In the bowl of life, everyone gets eaten eventually. You might as well be salty about it.” check mix.txt

The human sighed. "Ugh, it’s all pretzels," they muttered, and—in a move that sent shockwaves through the bag—they When the human reached in for a "Prime

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