Fawn Dillmiballs returns home on a dreary winter afternoon after finishing up with practice for the day to find a reasonably sized package on his front doorstep. From the outside, it looks normal, just your standard cardboard box. He thinks it might be one of the Manscaped: Lawnmower 6.9s #ad he ordered for himself or potentially a gift from his parents or one of his many siblings (he does need some new socks), but doesn't think much of it as he brings it inside. The next morning, Fawn makes his way to the kitchen to make himself something nice on his offday and sees the package once more. "Might as well open it" he thinks. So, he uses one of his Manscaped: Lawnmower 6.9s #ad to cut the tape and opens the box to find yet another cardboard box. He repeats the process, finding another cardboard box. This happens again, and again, and again, until his floor is littered with cardboard boxes of varying sizes. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Fawn comes across a small, fancy looking cardboard box with the letter F inscribed on the lid. Fawn lifts it open cautiously, simultaneously excited and petrified as to what might be inside. Through squinted eyes, Fawn could only make out a small slip of paper. On it were seven words that sent a chill down his spine.
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