“Oh honey,” trilled the bottle-blond sales clerk, in her most money-hungry purr, “You’ve just gotta try this.”
The smile on her lips was as fake as her Jack O’Lantern tan. The gold nametag on her chest said Debbie- and like any other person who has spent a Christmas in retail, her eyes were filled with poison.
Like a frightened horse, I reared back
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