Faced away in the loading dock, 3 minutes later he pushes past the queue
to walk out with the 2 litres of Coca-Cola, before the formerly cute
checkout guy until his most recent choice of eyeglass grabs the bottle
from his hands.
"No."
The creature shuffles out to lurk by the entrance
and eat chips. May as well throw that Coke out. Who wants to drink from a
bottle handled by freshly grubbed dick hands?
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