The Door opened today and there she was, a 4 ft/2 in tall woman of Asian decent in her early 30’s. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of her head. Her gray pajama like pants and orange and red plaid shirt fit well on her medium-sized rounded body…
Her son, most likely age 7, was tearing through the apartment like a holy terror in a black and white striped shirt and army green shorts. She, oblivious to the 2 ft whirlwind with screeching lungs, smiled and handed NM the burning hot toasters. She had made her last meal in them before selling them to him, she said she was just checking to see if they worked. But the smell of her mystery meal still clung to the Toaster Oven, and the remnants of her last meal with-in. $6.00 gone and the prize… 1 hot and smelly toaster oven and 1 hot, but in good condition, toaster…
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