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Twig laid back on his cozy bed aboard the ship, staring up at the simple white ceiling. His fingers and toes were wiggling every now and then, rapping against the bed frame, patting against the thin tropics-friendly comforter.
The bag of candies was sitting right beside his head.
Eyes drifted over mischievously, and he quickly scolded them, looking away again. Those were for his family. He wanted to try them all at the same time, with them. He couldn’t eat them now. Nope. Don’t touch. Don’t think about it. Just relax.
Normally his afternoon siesta wouldn’t be quite so taxing. But he was sure he could smell the fruits, the bittersweet chocolate, the aroma of pure bliss seeping out of the little bag of goodies. He’d already spent a pretty penny on the collection. It was a pretty nice one at that.
Well. He had bought quite a few.
Was it so bad, to try one? He could still save plenty for his family. That would be easy. Just one. Maybe two.
His eyes were locked on the bag again before he realized it. Oh no. He wasn’t going to be able to do this forever.
If he just had one, maybe then he’d be satisfied. He would have tried them, and could save the rest. It’s a win-win. Right?
He reached over, unfolding the top of the bag.
Just one.
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Two hours later, still shaking, Twig finally dragged himself off the bed and out onto the deck. It took easily three times as long to make the journey. He was never, ever, going to eat that much sugar again.
Now he was going to have to hike all the way back out to mermaid cove and barter for a few more scales.
There weren’t any sweets left to bring home.
Bad idea, Twig.
Maybe he should wait for the last day to buy more. Then again, the thought of another sugary morsel nearly brought up the contents of his stomach.
No, you know what? He could get them now. He’s be okay. That smell wouldn’t ever get him again.
Well.
Probably.
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