"Whoa..." Aaron stood in awe gazing at the soda aisle. Coke, root beer, sprite, ginger ale, all the drinks he could want. Aaron typically didn't get soda at home, so this was a dream come true. He looked around, as if expecting someone to catch him in the act, but shoved away his fears and strolled forward. Boldly, he grabbed a two liter bottle of coke and opened it up. The fizz carried the sugary scent to his nose and made him smile. Clutching the bottle with two hands, he held it to his lips and began to chug. He took only a few gulps before setting it down to let out a belch.
"I don't wanna get too full on coke yet. There's so much to try!" he thought to himself. He needed to try enough of the drinks to justify moving on to the next leg of his "race" with Peter. Besides, any drinks he doesn't finish he can bring back to the fort later.
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