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I pull into the gas station parking lot because fuck my mom. If she wanted to bitch at me, then I was going to use her debit card to buy over-priced gas station milk.
It's not an elaborate revenge, but it's what I went with.
Alice stayed in the car, munching on her third bacon egg and cheese biscuit from McDonalds and taking sips off of my Coke. Because seriously, fuck my mom. She didn't have any right to tell me not to feed my sister because she would get fat. I seriously, seriously hate that woman.
I squeezed myself through the gas station doors, still dressed in my jammies and looking like the biggest, fattest slob in town. My fingers were still a little greasy from my breakfast, and my tank top barely fit me. My stomach was free-range, jiggling wildly as I waddled in. I walked straight to the back, picking out a few favorites from the snack aisle along the way, and snatched a gallon of whole milk (because seriously; fuck. my. mom.) before waddling up to the counter.
"Just this?" the dull-eyed woman in her forties asked
"Yeah..." I smiled evilly as I looked around for all the other stuff I could charge to my Mom's card, "This and..."
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