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I remember seeing this show at Disneyland, and eating a burger with french fries at the cafe outside the bear theater with my father. A girl sat close by with an oxygen tank and a plastic mask over her face. I thought I could smell the plastic. I tasted it in my food. Maybe she could taste it in her food. My father told me her skin had melted in a fire. He was so sure. Later I couldn't think of the trip without smelling her.
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