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(* from the very instant she had entered the grocery store, she was on guard, paranoid for the people that could recognize her, or might have a composite of her. she realized on the crime totem pole of a mutant island, she must rank very low, but some rather annoying additons to her behavior had to come out, when the weather muddled her thoughts. luckily, this day was warm enough for her to deal with the frozen foods isle and conquer.
still, her gaze lingered suspiciously on every person that passed by her, eyes squinted and darting every which way as she piled box after box of instant macaroni into her shopping cart.
eventually she reached the impasse known as another cart in her aisle, with one simple, silly girl blocking the other side as she examined the different types of cookies available. sohee could do nothing but wait impatiently as the short girl got up on her tippy toes to reach for a pack of fudge-covered somethings, shirt riding up to expose the top of her lacy underwear, her tight leggings hugging her ass so tightly sohee swore she could see pimples through the fabric.
after hopping a little bit, unable to reach her spoils, sohee had had enough.
reaching around her, while not having to worry about anything showing, she waggled the box of cookies in front of the girl’s confused face *) You are the reason women are seen as these weak, helpless little sex dolls. God, people like you make me sick. It is winter, wear a fucking jacket!
(* startled, and clearly more than a little confused, the girl moved to point at the heavy coat resting in her basket, but sohee wouldn’t be deterred *) Do you have any thoughts in that empty head of yours? I’m shocked you even will eat cookies. Doesn’t that make you less fuckable, the more calories you eat?
(* the girl looked like she was frozen in place, eyes wide like a baby deer’s, and sohee laughed at her *) God, girls like you…girls like you aren’t good for anything at all.