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“Just eight buck.” An old woman replied to Kate, standing up

to move closer and attend to her

customer. The shabby kiosk sells snacks but from the looks, the snacks have

been baked for two days.

Still, Kate insists on buying it. Hell, it’s been over an hour she’s walking around the night, searching for a

place to buy a snack or something.

“Please can I have it?” She nodded, sputtering. The old

woman walked to the enclosed glass where the snacks heaped and fluttered it

open, wrapping one of the sausage into a paper.

Eight bucks. It’s better. At

least she'd still have two bucks left and use it to purchase a can water. Good

idea. Kate muttered, taking the wrapped shit from the crone.

After getting the can water which was her last order, Kate veered

on her heels and began to file back to the hotel. She could feel the tinge of

pains on her ass and she sighed remembering

how the arrogant man pushed her off without

an ounce of remorse. Hell, she

has met two arro