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PIckles, so many pickles. They fill the barrel to the brim and fill the room with burning vinegar aroma. They are so many barrels that I can't see. I want to go home. I want to leave this place so badly, but I can't. My entrance is blocked. I can't breathe. I hate pickles.
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