"Dey lookin' cause ya so belle, tres belle ma petite seour," he replied with a chipper smile, putting the box back and taking the red one, then stepping around behind her so he was between the man and her. He didn't know why, but she was feeling more scared of him than the rest of the place. Fear practically rolled off her.
"And almost... We still got ta get de milk and," Enteinne set his chin on her shoulder, looking down at the list sitting in the middle of the basket, "...dat say? De... de-tar... Detar..."
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