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I worked in a candy packaging place for about a week when I was 18. It was like a cult or something, they all congregated around to discuss whether or not I would be allowed to stay in their happy work environment. There was a handicap kid in the corner counting out licorice and every once in a while I would see him mowing down two or three, he came over and gave me one... I ate it politely. I was not happy enough to stay there.

It sort of seems like a bad dream now.