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Five year old Nathan quietly shuffled to the kitchen, slippers shuffling against linoleum like surgical booties, to grab a midnight snack of chocolate bunny from the freezer where they laid quietly in their boxes head first like victims in a morgue waiting for their turn on the autopsy table, the freezer light flickering, adding to the eerie ambience of the night might have scared the boy if his mouth wasn’t filled with heavenly milk chocolate.