Fuck work. Who needs it. Damn groceries, who needs this crap. Nothing but hassles. Gotta grab a cart... produce. I'm so sick of fruits and vegitables. Sure I've lost my gut, but who cares. If I could just find one woman that wanted a good home cooked meal. I'm so hungry for that. Banana's again, grapes again. Cantalope, well that would be good... Oh Lord. I move towards her. I pretend to be checking out the herbs. She steps near. I say hi. Her name is Laura. We're both on the bored shopping trip. I ask if she would like to grab a drink or twelve. Sure is her response.
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