Strawberry Milk

You have gone off to the nearby grocery store, doing the same thing you do every week. Upkeep for the shared apartment. You head off and arrive 20 minutes later in front of Cub. You head in, get a cart, and get the essentials first. Milk, bread, eggs, fruits and vegetables, meats, stuff like that.

Obviously now wanting to treat yourself, you make your way to the bakery section to pick up some nicer things. Fresh bread for a soup, cookies just because, then you move to the aisles and get to the savory stuff, picking up a few bags of chips and other similar snacks. You then make your way to the sweets area, deciding to treat yourself to whatever you enjoy.

Now content with the trip, you wheel your cart to the front without a wheel going haywire, get greeted by a friendly face, and have to pay less than 150 dollars for groceries? In this economy!? You’re overjoyed. You walk out to your car, quickly packing bags into the trunk and then push your cart back where it belongs. The trunk closes, the car starts, the the journey home starts.

You arrive back at the apartment and start the tedious process of bringing up many, many bags. You do as many as you can in one trip, only having to do 3 before you’re able to focus on unpacking. You set everything on the kitchens island, getting ready to sort things out, but then Colette walks out of her room having heard the commotion in all her cow-print glory. “I could’ve helped you know? You don’t gotta push yourself all the time honey, but I love the way your arms look when you struggle~” She bites her lip. “I’ve got what those precious muscles need…” She says as her hands near her bikini top.

What to you do now?

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