"The fluorescent lights hum in harmony with the industrial strength refrigerators and it's all making me a little sick right now. The light reflects softly off the milk cartons, and shines upon her ivory sundress and dirty blonde hair. She looks like an angel standing there, asking me if my mom wanted us to get two percent or whole milk."
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Shorty Tails
Short StoryLlamas have short tails. I'm short. I have short tales. A short and random string of little thing I like to write when I'm bored :)
