Disgusted by the grape flavor and color (isn't all cotton candy supposed to have a cotton candy taste?) I sacrificed this ball of cotton to Sarah's destructive antics. What was once a dead ringer for evening fog (okay, through a special lens) is compressed into the space of our cup holders. Over the course of the game, darker purple edges formed a crusty new texture. Who knew sugar could spin itself so many disguises.
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