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“I dare you to eat one.”
That was typical, my girlfriend, always taunting me. It was afternoon in the deep woods, and we were looking at some strange, disgusting fungi.
“I’ll set you up with Ashley.”
Her best friend had caught my eye, it’s true.
I plucked a slimy, bulging, yellow globule and popped it in my mouth and chewed mechanically. It tasted like cardboard and raw eggs. I forced it down.
“All gone.” I opened my mouth wide. “Now, about that hook-up.”
“You’ll be seeing Ashley very soon. She ate one of those this morning. She’s dead.”