smirk? What the hell? I was just politely mirroring her enthusiasm. Something was off. It was time to get out of there. I turned and started away.“Wait,” she called out.
She ran out from behind her table and extended her little hand toward me. “This is my Cookie Card. You can order cookies from my website.” Then she uttered the phrase that sliced straight to the bone:“You look like a person who would want more.”A middle-aged woman let out a guffaw behind me as the Girl Scout skipped back to her table, no doubt energized by the years of my life force she had just sucked straight into her black heart.
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