Nov 24, 2024
VELMA WAS FILLED WITH REGRET. there is half eaten burger in front of her with fries strewn about. she pushed up her glasses, feeling like the restaurant had raised the temperature all of a sudden. she looked up at the timer that was on the wall with a sense of dread. “i don’t know how you talked me into this.” she mumbled, unwillingly reaching for a fry and chewing on it. a hand is on her stomach and while she doesn’t want to give up there was little else she could do. “you might be able to crush the mega burger grand slam challenge but i think i’m going to have to bow out. my stomach can’t take much more. even the fries aren’t sparking joy anymore.”
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