Nervous Shot

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He stares through the glass as sweat drips down his brow. His finger trembles. He thinks over his plan one more time. He panics as others get suspicious.
“This is it, no going back,” he says.
B2 is pressed on the pad and a chocolate bar falls from its coil. He sighs in relief.





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