

One Night in the Candy-StoreMy eyes drop They drop past the counter They drop past the glass They drop past your knees And they land on your pants.One Night in the Candy-Store
OK JUST KIDDING.
The door was large, thick, menacing. The glass was rippled, much like a professor or principal's is always shown to be, though in typical stereotype fashion, they are not. Gold stenciled letters spelled out the words.. "The Candy Shoppe"
The Candy Shoppe indeed. Well-stocked with every sweet a sweet tooth could desire, the walls a kaleidoscope of colorful jars. The counters adrift with racs of chocolate


Introducing...As I sit here, I can feel the blood pounding through my veins.Introducing...
Oh great, you think, another classicly cliche writer. I beg to differ, my reasons for pounding blood are not anger, nor passion, nor sadness.
They're allergies.
This is an introduction to myself, and I suppose I should begin, then, by describing myself. I am 5'1", 98 pounds, petite, and possess a disproportionate cup size of 36C. My eyes are a hazel-green, leaning more to the green side, with a strange gold ring around the pupil. My hair is a nondescript brown. My shoe size varies by shoe
PARTY IN MY PANTS
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