A mini coconut for you, mini hazel nut for you and a mini peanut for you. It was 9:00 pm and I was bored as ever. It was the first Halloween where I had to give away the candy and it was a pain in the ass. I hate staying at home doing this, I wanted to go out to the Halloween party my friend was hosting but, I’m sitting here right now chowing down on some mini kit kats and a pack of chocolate raisins. I had done late minute candy shopping when I found out I had to be trapped in this hellhole. I always enjoy shopping for some low price candies and specials when it comes to a holiday. I grab the strawberry gummy bears, which I cannot keep my hands off of and the chocolate caramel bar. I have decided that since I will be miserable on this day I might as well get fat off of candy. My basket was getting quite heavy and I had noticed that all the candies I had gathered were mostly for me and only me. I turned around to see what I could get that was cheap and stuff that these children might like these days. I have always hated coconut but I decided to get the chocolate coconuts just in case. A small pack of Smarties was what I eyed and also the caramel candies. I had no idea what kids liked these days. I hardly eat any candy unless I am in my depressed stage or it’s just one of those times where I want to get fat. I start walking towards the cash counter and I glance at this woman’s basket. She had gotten two packs of Fr. De Mer and Schogetten chocolates. I have never even heard of those brands in my life. It’s either she is in love with those kinds of chocolates or the kids in her neighborhood are going to be angry and grumpy customers.
I put down the bowl of candy as I could feel my thighs getting larger. I walk over to the kitchen and their lies some left over pizza. Ugh, I just put down the candy and a slice of pizza isn’t going to make a difference to my thighs. I scramble everywhere to find something else to eat. Next to the knives were some mini sport bars. Huh, it was weird how they came in mini form, I didn’t know they did that but I guess some people can’t handle the whole bar. I chow down on one and then another. There goes another knock at the door and I answer it with another fake smile on my face. What the hell are syrup biscuits? Well whatever here you go kid enjoy.
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