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marcellus rhodes 11b arc
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what's in the bag {blitz} Dec 30, 2017 14:25:18 GMT -5

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Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Dec 30, 2017 14:25:18 GMT -5

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Momma decided to take me with her to the market today. It was fun! I always got to talk to the money people and watch Momma exchange her moneys for foods. Some of them are mean. They say that she doesn't have enough moneys; but what do stupid little papers do for you. They only just show that you're either mean or undeserving of it. I always think that they steal it. Who wouldn't? Big moneys make long market trips. Long market trips mean more people!

Yay!

Anyways. There was this one big boy there. Big. Like, huge. You know what I mean? He was just out there. I liked it. I wonder what he was doing at a market. Momma lets me roam during the market. She knows I won't be a bully or be mean. I'm a good kid! But. Yeah. This big scary boy was obviously not mean. I haven't seen him throw an orange yet! So he's definitely good. Good is good. That's okay.

"Hey there!" I gave a toothy grin and looked down at the dirty red bag he had in his hand. "What'cha got in there?"

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what's in the bag {blitz} Dec 30, 2017 16:54:19 GMT -5

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Post by Tom on Dec 30, 2017 16:54:19 GMT -5

Shopping was the one thing he hated to do. Even though he was the oldest, it didn't have to be his job to get stuff for dinner that night.
A groan comes from his throat as he looks through some vegetables and fruits that could work for what his siblings wanted. A sigh from his throat as grips the red bag in his hand. Money in his pocket, secure from any pickpockets that he may run into. He didn't feel up to beating some guy senseless for stealing his money.

Even if it did pay great in the end.

"Hey there!" The boy runs up with a smile and an annoying voice as he groans loudly wanting him to go away. If there was anything else he hated than pickpockets, it was someone who thought that being polite and nice and striking up conversation would be the perfect way to ease shopping and meet new people. What a joke that was. Nothing could prepare him for the next words to come from the boy's lips.

"What'cha got in there?" The raised eyebrow comes forth as he pulls the bag closer to his body as glares at the guy. It was a privacy invasion if anything and he had the right to his own property. A groan as he speaks up rudely.

"You don't need to know. Run along kid before I break your nose."