thefaultsinfiction
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- Parts 7
"How can I help you?" the boy with the freckles asked.
A sudden wave of confidence overwhelmed me, "surprise me", I said with the cheeky smile. "Oh but nothing strawberry please."
"You've got nothing to worry about," he chuckled, "I hate anything strawberry, I avoid selling it at all costs. I don't see why I should try to poison pretty girls like you with satan spawn."