You look in your little sister’s eyes and after a few seconds you just can’t bring yourself to do it. Even if she did look like a rather filling treat, she was your sister. “I’m sorry Susan, I need to go do some grown up things” You say to her. After a moment of disappointment she sighs and returns to her dolls. You slip out of her room and back into your room to get dressed. Throwing on some tight jean shorts and a baggy t-shirt you head downstairs. Your mom is in the kitchen read the morning paper. “Well good morning, dear.” “Can’t talk now mom, I gotta run” You say, not waiting for a reply. You head out the front door in search of a new meal. Your search ends up taking to the mall. You figure it would be the best place to find a nice meal, since it’s the weekend all the kids from school will be there. But where to look first.....
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