Kim's POV
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I walk down Fruit Twist Lane to my brand new house. I inherited it from my great aunt Ishbel. She was a bit weird, but she's dead now so I can't say anything bad about her.
After I unpack all my boxes, I head to the marketplace to get some vegan food. A guy leaning against a wall wearing a black leather jacket waves at me and gives me a wink. I blush and walk over to him
"Hey, do you have any organic produce that I could put in a cookie recipe?"
He gives me a weird look, reaches into his jacket and gets a zip close bag with a greeny-off white coloured flower. "Grind it up into your cookie dough sweetcheeks." He gave me another wink and walks off
I head back to my house with a spring in my step. You never really get cheap vegan organic produce nowadays but that shifty guy seemed very nice in giving me that flower for free.
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4 hours of intense baking later
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After I take out the seventh batch of cookies, I realise that I have over baked. I see the house across the road has lots of cars in the driveway, so I thought there was a party going on. I decide to walk over to them with some cookies.
As I'm walking up the driveway, I realise how large the house is. It is very grand. I walk up marble steps to large glossy black doors with a lion knocker and two lion statues by either side.
I knock on the door and hear a large roar.
"Geez, this person must be obsessed with lions if they have a recording of a roar for their doorbell"
A pimp™️ opens the door with a bottle of champagne in her hand.
"Down boi!" She shouts behind her "sorry that's my pet tiger, Cecil, he gets excited sometimes. What can I do for you" she said taking a swig of champagne.
I laugh nervously. "I'm your new neighbor, Julianna. I thought you'd might like cookies. They're vegan"
"Why thank you! Can you name the ingredients? I'm trying not to disturb my zen"
"Just the usual ingredients for a vegan cookie dough and..... oh! I don't know what type of flour I used!"
"Let me see! I'm very cultured!" She grabs my Tupperware box and wrinkles her nose at it. Nevertheless, she opens the plastic lid, with the bottle still in hand, and reaches in for a cookie. She takes a sniff and gasps. Cecil the tiger rises and roars in excitement. "Shut up Cecil!" She screams and chucks the champagne bottle that shatters on the expensive carpet. Cecil licks the rest of the 1745 French champagne up.
"This is filled with my favourite sample of russian weed! (I travel a lot) Come in darling, my name is Belladonna if you somehow didn't already know"
