buzzing of flickering street lights ring in my mind as i walk the sidewalk to the closest convenience store from my apartment.
my living room just got re-molded, its something bright for me.
i enter the store, bell ringing as the glass door closes behind me.
"welcome! anything your looking for in particular?"
i give the worker a silent gaze and walk over to the back of the store, with the item in question in front of me. Country Club Raspberry Soda. exactly what i need on this dusk filled evening. i open the door containing the cold refreshments, feeling the cold breeze hit my skin, and there it is.
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i want to just strip this soda bottle bare right here, but i cant. the worker and i meet eyes, i feel as if he knows exactly what im thinking, our minds connect in that very moment im crouched on the floor. soda bottle in my clutches, pupils shaking in excitement, im almost breaking a sweat. if i stay here any longer, he might call some higher authority to escort me out, and i cant have that.
all of a sudden, mafumafu nendriod taps me on the shoulder.
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"are you okay?"
i flinch and turn around in horror. what is he doing here?
"im fine." i say, teeth clenching in anger. they want to take it away from me, but nevermore.
i stand up and brush his little plastic hand off my shoulder and almost trip around the isle. suspicion increases and the cashier eyes me really hard. all i have to do is pay, and walk out that door. how hard can it be?
i place the soda bottle on the counter, its aura oozing with sexual tension. it furiated me that the worker had to put their dirty mits on my bottle, but it had to happen. he turns the bottle on its side, and fiddles with the scanner.
"slippery little fellow, eh?"
distaste spitting from the pool of saliva under my tongue,
"sure is."
finally, it scans and the numbers $1.50 come up on the register thingy. disgusting. they don't know the worth of this pleasant article of beverage.
"would you like a bag, sir?"
i am a woman.
"no thank you. i wouldn't want to contribute to the waste in our planet."
"oh. okay."
they hand me the soda, i am now the proud owner if this delectable treat. my yearning growing each step of the way to the door, i want it so bad.
when all of a sudden, mafumafu nendroid stops me from exiting
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"you forgot your change!"
i swiftly take the change from his little tiny fucking baby hands. i just want this torcher (i dont knoiw how to fucvkinf spell tourcher) to be over with.
"thank you."
ok thats it hehehe <3!
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