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They were dull yet slightly shiny, like miniature pieces of coal.
My stomach dropped. My first thought: insect eggs. Maybe roaches? Beetles? My skin frozed just thinking about it.
I grabbed a piece of paper and carefully scooped a few of them up to inspect.
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