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April 12, 2005
"It's not a fucking vending machine,"another voice says behind Mrs. Wertheimer. "Stop trying to find the goddamned Reese's Pieces and move the fuck outta the way!-

Mrs. Wertheimer's neck prickles at such language. And also at the thought that someone would accuse her of buying candy, especially something as common as Reese's Pieces. She doesn't even give that stuff out at Hallowe'en! All the cherubic boys and girls in her neighborhood get Godiva, at the very least!

Still, she steps aside for the impertinent thug behind her, and actually wishes for a piece of chocolate to calm herself down.