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Chapter 7
Along the way to our apartment, I walked past a store with a mini popcorn machine on the display. It looked too adorable with all the red vintage color and wheels, and it was on sale. With the lovely popcorn maker, we could enjoy the fresh popcorn in minutes!
The next thing I knew, I was carrying the popcorn machine home. In the back of my mind, the little voice told me this was why I was poor, but I tried not to pay too much attention to it.
Karmen opened the door for me. She was in a towel, and her body glistened with water as if she'd just finished taking a shower.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Hmm...our groceries?" I said, feigning the obvious financial mistake I'd just made.
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