Mental Health
When Victor became aware of the existence of bacon-flavored cheese puffs, he was already in the throes of bacon obsession. The difference between this particular bacon-infused product and all the others, however, was that this one could not be found. Not in his city, not in nearby communities, and not even anywhere he had thought to look on the internet. It was only a rumor, or a secret, or some elaborate practical joke on him.
It was in this state of frustration that he found himself turning to a less legitimate business, waiting to meet his shady contact in an alley behind a warehouse. He had heard that the guy specialized in pork rinds, but hoped he'd at least have a lead.
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