Feeling:

'Tis the end of an era and my seniors are leaving. I am not that sad, since I realize we have a whole summer still together and I am getting even closer to a lot of them.

Every day she walked out with her pants and occasionally her shirt bulging with merchandise. Her name tag proclaiming employee status at the store swayed jauntilly as she waddled through the automatic doors. The cashier stared incredulously after her. Perhaps she was planning on opening her own surplus store out of her home and running them out of business. Only this could explain why she needed 42 plastic ducks.

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