My new brethren quivered, shaking all over, whimpering with fear. And that Booble beast, ever so unmerciful, raised a transparent plastic bag with the words Food 4 Less on it with her left hand, her right hand slowly approaching us. Her evil eyes twinkled in the light, pure evil dwelling in that little glimmer. Her voice was like that of a calling crow. This one looks good. With her right hand, she scooped me up and spat on me, wiping my face against her cotton shirt. How uncivilized these beasts are!

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