Wendy
Wendy hates shopping. Actually, she really likes shopping, but only grocery shopping. She's not grocery shopping right now. She's clothes shopping in the mall. People people people everywhere. She hates it. Hates them. There's an abundance of orange today and it's searing Wendy's eyes, her brain. She puts a hand to her forehead momentarily and sits on a bench.
She digs through her purse for a granola bar. Those always help. Always. It'll help the searing just behind her eyes from the orange and maybe maybe maybe she'll be able to buy Nathaniel a graduation present. Maybe.
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