"After walking about in a semi-daze, he ended up at the registers with boxes of condoms, some lube, purple eye shadow, a comic book, and a couple of packs of gum. The kid at the register eyed the assortment on the belt, and eyed Whit. He so plainly wanted to ask ‘what the fuck?’."
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1/3/07 09:13 am (UTC)BHAHAHAHA