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Your dream has come true. You finally meet that special guy.
It's the third date. Time to seal the deal. He takes you out for a fancy dinner, or maybe he even cooks for you. Maybe a walk under the moonlight, or along the beach.
He takes you back to his place. Soft music low on the stereo, a bottle of wine.
The making out is hot and heavy. You look deep into his eyes. This could be the one.
You both stumble, undressing into the bedroom. And then you get a good look at the sheets.
These sheets.
Sheets covered in little tiny crabs.
Thanks, Ross Store, for the lovely visual. I can't imagine why these sheets didn't sell in the retail store.
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