High on a Vermont hill there's a Graveyard that's haunted, by the ghosts of old flavors that nobody wanted. Pint-sized poltergeists now and then will appear, then leave you to wonder why they ended up here. Some aren't really dead - they're just chilling out; some are grave mistakes you'd rather live without. Say farewell to the bad ones & give the best room to roam; 'cuz you never know which ones might follow you home.
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