Fuck. Of course there's not a candy machine here. Fuck. How do they even make candy without machines? This is quite possibly the very first time in his life that Jeff's ever considered the question: how is candy even made, anyway?
As they approach the vendor, dread starts to gnaw at Jeff's guts, and his heart begins to hammer in his chest, because this is so fucking uncomfortable and humiliating and--
"I swiped some candy, I'm sorry!" Jeff blurts out.
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Fuck. Of course there's not a candy machine here. Fuck. How do they even make candy without machines? This is quite possibly the very first time in his life that Jeff's ever considered the question: how is candy even made, anyway?
As they approach the vendor, dread starts to gnaw at Jeff's guts, and his heart begins to hammer in his chest, because this is so fucking uncomfortable and humiliating and--
"I swiped some candy, I'm sorry!" Jeff blurts out.
A hardened criminal he is not.