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Ravenous, you scoop up a handful of wet beach sand and pour it into your gaping mouth. It tastes horrible, and not at all like the fine rice dish for which you deliriously mistook the sand. You collapse at the telegram messenger's feet and choke to death. The messenger stares at your body for a long time, wondering what that telegram could have possibly said.