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We get back in the truck and Xander turns it around, heading out of town

I’, since I couldn’t keep

Xander’s right, there’s a grocery store close by He barely has the truck stopped before I’ in, because fooooood

I grab a shopping cart and wheel it through the sliding doors Xander jogs up to me, not even out of breath a little bit “Thea,” he scolds “Don’t do that”

I shrug “You caught up to me in like five seconds”

“The truck was still ” He narrows his eyes on me

“I’ry,” I defend

He shakes his head and quiets, accepting defeat

I roll the cart over to the le to need theh the weekend Frorab a box of Cheez-Its and a bag of sour creaet soer in

“Ooh, you knohat else would be great?” I ask rhetorically “Pickles!”

I charge through the store and Xander groans, running to keep up with me

I find the pickles and stop the cart, ad the choices I finally pick one and unscrew the lid, pulling one out and taking a bite

“Thea!” Xander admonishes

“Iy,” I mumble around the food in my mouth

“We have to buy it first,” he hisses, taking the pickle fro it to the jar