Quoted By:
▲ <span class="mu-i">Emma Imeredala</span> ▲
HP: 100
DP: 59,5
Condition: Angry
<span class="mu-g">Despair Roll: 1, (19)
Random Event Roll: 94, 99, 77, 98, 97, 32, 10
Happens?: No.</span> And thank fuck it didn't.
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—-----------Coto Supermarket—-----------
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<span class="mu-s">T</span>hree cups of all purpose flour.
A half cup of powdered sugar.
Four egg.
Cup butter.
Two teaspoons of baking soda.
One cup of milk.
And two teaspoons of vanilla essence.
The mall trolley was starting to bend under the weight. Did that stop Emma? No. Two Coca Colas bottles- the big ones. Cheese puffs, even if she didn’t like them. ‘Dulce de leche’, for the cake. And rice, for tomorrow’s stomach aches.
The trolley cannot complain. It can only bear the pressure.
The cashier's eyes go wide. Not as wide as they could (customer service hardens even monsters), but big enough to be considered a compliment if Emma and her little sister were trying to impress him. The granny behind them was ready to die old right there as the items crammed over the belt, yet ever so slowly the mountain moved. Before soon-to-be 6 years old Clara fell asleep, standing against her sister, a bigger hand took hers and led the little girl towards the big magical doors that open sideways. Rain and fog greeted them; behind the fog, a big black car.
