“Expiration is…,” Kylie mumbled as she searched the Snickers’ bar that she’d found lodged beneath her seat for an expiration date, “…..February 2010.”

Worrying her bottom lip with indecision, Kylie contemplated eating the candy bar that was six years past its expiration and obviously a parting gift from the last person who’d owned this car. She normally wasn’t big on sweets, especially expired ones, but since she hadn’t had a chance to eat anything since lunch yesterday it was now fair game. She was starving and willing to take a chance on what was most likely going to end up being an adventure later when the candy bar finally settled in her stomach. She’d either end up desperately searching the pharmacy later for some antacids or begging a doctor at the emergency room to kill her.

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