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The Electric Paracress

By Karen Shimizu
It begins with a burst of fresh, grassy flavor on my tongue, followed by a sour, citron tang. And then—pow!—fizzy waves roll champagne-like across my palate, the surface of my tongue sparkles as if I'd just palmed a handful of Pop Rocks, my salivary glands kick into overdrive, and parts of my mouth go alarmingly numb. Continue...
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