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(First story here, so this isn’t gonna be that good, this is a test, and my wireless keyboard sucks)
Henry, a old coworker of aanimation studio had gotten a letter from his ‘old pal’, joey. the letter said for him to “Come visit the old studio!” As, he arrived there, and walked into the building. How many times has he done this? Why does it feel so familiar? He tried to dust those thoughts off. “Come on Henry.. It’s not like you’ve ever been through thesis before….” He thought to himself. He looked around the studio, there being a wooden counter to his right, a projector screening area In front of him, and to his left, a hallway. Of course, without thinking, he walked down it. There was a couple shelves his right with some type of canned food.. “Bacon soup..? Was this some type of lame advertisement? Better question, did it even work?” He questioned to himself while examining the cans. They looked a bit old, and possibly expired. Though, a idea came to Henry. It didnt feel like his though. And next thing you know, he chugged a can without hesitation. Fora while, it seemed like nothing happened. Until..it hit him. “Oh..I dont feel so good..” He mumbled before he disintegrated.
Moral of the story, dont eat expired bacon soup or else you will turn into sand.
The End.