A Writer's Weighty Prose, the Epilogue by Borin23, literature
Literature
A Writer's Weighty Prose, the Epilogue
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Alice had been adoring everything that had been happening to her and her friends. Although the stories that had originally made them grow had ended with the women gaining a few hundred pounds each, that hadn't stopped Alice from opening up her document manager again for another round. She had never thought the day would come where she found something that she could genuinely obsess over. She supposed her secret love of fatness could count for that, but she never honestly saw it as such before. But now she might be able to. After learning what effects her stories had on the real world, Alice knew that she had to do something with
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Alice was bored out of her skull. Here she was, standing at the register with absolutely nothing to do, three more hours still on the clock, and she had had brought a very pitiful lunch to eat beforehand of only a granola bar and two small oranges. She didn't want to eat all that much, but still, to think that she had to wait what felt like an eternity's worth of boredom before going home, it made her wish she brought something to keep her from thinking about dinner all the time. She made use of her hazel eyes, looking up and down the length of the aisle in front of her. There was no one there at all. It was already getting late