"Help me," He garbled feebly.
"I've got your juice Spencer," She said cheerfully. Her teeth shone brightly, blindingly. They were too white. They reminded him of a commercial for those new kind of lights that made every room feel like a hospital. Ellie said they were going to stop making the old kind. Christmas wouldn't be the same. Spencer blinked.
"Drink up." She said, her smiled drilling into him with a fierce intensity.
"Help me." He pleaded again.
"All the way." The young woman shoved the glass into his lips and tipped it back, drowning him in a harsh orange liquid. They called it orange juice, but it wasn't. Spencer knew. They couldn't fool him with all the powdered flavor in the world.
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