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She hated groceries stores, the fluorescent light flickered overhead as top forty tunes blared through the aisles. Man can not live on bar peanuts alone, Ivy reminded herself as she pushed a squeaking cart through the produce aisle. The witch had managed to pick a time right when all the perky mothers had just decided to swing by with their kids on their hips, looking to get all the ingredients for another Pinterest DIY, undoubtedly. They milled about like worker bees while Ivy sludged between them, slouched down and filling her cart with crap food. Preservatives and red dye 40, eat me and live forever. The last item on her list was peanut butter, but just before she could close in on the last jar on the shelf, a red head snagged it. Eyes narrowed, Ivy made a low sound of protest in the back of her throat. “I need that,” the brunette insisted, arms crossed over her thin chest.
