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𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐷𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆－𝑚𝑥𝑚𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑛 ・゜゜・ ➷ ・゜゜・．
▸ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 into this frantic dash. One minute, you were at your family's annual Christmas gathering, filled with laughter and the scent of baked goods, despite it only being December eighth.
The next, you found yourself speed-walking through the frigid air, the temperature hovering at a biting thirty-two degrees, desperately heading to the nearest store.
You clutched your fluffy jacket tightly around you as a bone-chilling breeze cut through the night, making your teeth clatter together uncontrollably.
Each gust seemed to amplify the cold, sending shivers racing down your spine.
The air was crisp, and you could see your breath puffing out in small clouds, a reminder of just how wintry it was.
The urge to satisfy your Sweet Tooth had become overwhelming. You couldn't fight it any longer. After a brief but earnest conversation with your mom, you had confessed your urgent need for sweets.
With a knowing smile, she handed you twenty dollars, cautioning you to "be quick and be careful." You were already out the door before she could finish her sentence, racing off with the same excitement you felt when she called you down for dinner.
Navigating the snowy sidewalks in your small white Prada sandal heels—an extravagant birthday gift from your mother—felt like a challenge. Your knee-high blue spaghetti strap dress fluttered against the cold air, while your thin, fluffy jacket struggled to provide warmth against the chill.
Each step was a mix of exhilaration and careful balance, the snow crunching beneath your feet.
You didn't care about the cold, about the way your breath hung in the air, or how ridiculous you might look.
All that mattered was the promise of snacks and sweets waiting for you in the store.
You loved junk food—it brought you joy in a way that few other things did. And really, who doesn't crave a little indulgence now and then?
As you looked up, a bright light ahead caught your attention, and relief washed over you—you had finally reached the small food market closest to your house. The familiar neon sign glowed invitingly, and a smile spread across your face as you imagined the treasure trove of snacks waiting inside.
You could almost taste the sweet and savory delights, and your mouth watered in anticipation.
You pushed the door open with urgency, the bell above jingling cheerfully as you scurried inside. Instantly, the warmth enveloped you, a stark contrast to the frigid air outside. Your eyes darted around, scanning the shelves for your coveted treats, zeroing in on the nearest snack aisle.
