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She bagged the book without a response. Before she stated the price I cut her off with a scoff. "It does not matter the price, I can afford it". We stood there in silence for a few moments, my gaze still firmly fixed on her eyes. Such is a power move, women demand to be dominated and I was doing thusly, without even a word, I could tell by her nervous disposition that I was striking quite a chord.
"So are you single?"
"W-what?"
"Do you have a boyfriend"
"Um, yes..."
"What's his name?"
"Um..."
I cut her off there. "If you can't remember his name with sufficient rapidity to save yourself the bother of delaying with your 'ums', he must not be that important". She had no response, looking around as if someone was going to save her from my raw masculinity. "Give me your number", I demanded.
"Um.."
"Stop with your 'ums' and speak clearly, your servile disposition is very unattractive"
"305..."
I interjected before she could say more. "Are you a Dolphins fan?"
"Yeah I guess"
I informed her, "sports are for fags" and grabbed my new books without paying. Once again she did not protest, as the single mother approached the counter to purchase whatever dime store romantic trash she was going to fill her post-wall afternoons with now that she wasn't pretty enough to get the drugs for free. I exited my building and approached the vehicle where my bitch cheuffeuse of a mother was in wait.
"Did you find anything good, pumpkin?" She inquired with the good natured yet off putting simplicity of a provincial housewife. "No mommy, I guess I'll have to use my Good Boy Points somewhere else, can we go to Wendy's instead?"
She frowned and let out a sigh, hoping I would take pity on her after a long day of work at the factory and release her from her motherly duties. It is always the dream of peasants to live life as an aristocrat like myself, but without the labor of the peasantry, whom'st would provide an aristocrat such as I with chicken tendies from Wendy's? Besides, if given a life of leisure such as mine they would certainly squander it on frivolities. The stupid whore couldn't even decipher that I had two new books clenched against me, despite not using her useless Fiat currency to purchase them.
My chauffeuse started up my chariot and we ventured onwards. "WENDYS TENDIES WENDIES TENDIES" I began to chant from the rear of the vehicle, with the force of a thousand waves crashing on some impoverished Pacific village. This was life and I was living it.