For Benzi *the time has come* ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
So who cared Forrest already had six different types of junk food poking out of his pockets? So who cared whether he might fall ill if he ate all of them at once? SO WHO CARED if he looked greedy? He was still going for MORE sweets, and so he stood in front of the trolley--more like blocking its way bandits used to do in cowboy movies--and approached it like a predator circled its prey.
WHICH chocolate to buy, WHICH sweet to eat?
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