In the Library of Terror there is a special section of tales and situations so unspeakable, so terrifying, so...so
horrifying, that they must, of course, be shared with all. This is the Harlequins of Horror. Essentially the most tasteless "romance" novels I can find.
The first is a nice gem of a paper/glue composite:

That kinda takes the whole "Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free" a little too literally.
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