Chapitre 125: 125. Warning
I could suddenly hear steps and turned my head to the side, listening in.
They walked in our direction.
The shopping cart moved lightly and I perceived my companion stepping before me, so that the person coming would see him instead of myself.
The steps came closer and a woman shrieked, making me terribly nervous.
"You scared me half to death." The woman spoke, sounding middle-aged.
"Is a customer this unusual?" The voice of my companion sharpened, I never had heard him speak like this before.
"No, no. Sorry. Hah." The woman sighed.
"Why are you still here? Everyone else had left."
"Why should we leave?" My companion asked, before moving the cart a bit. I had the feeling the woman tried to see who was there as well, which my companion had intercepted.
"Haven't you heard? There is a tornado coming; everyone has left — I am also only here because our supervisor demanded we stay open for today."
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A young man and a young woman, as well as a child, stood in a park.
"With three people, it isn't a three-legged race anymore." The little girl loudly announced.
But the young, especially tall, father was not to be disturbed, tying the legs of his wife and little girl together.
"Well... isn't this dangerous? If you make a big step, your daughter and I are ripped apart." The mother asked.
"These ropes are made of paper, look." He showed it to the black-haired woman.
"Paper rips, people don't." The little girl nodded.
The father gave the mother a 'See?'-look,
"Paper rips."
"Fine, fine, let's go."
"Let's fucking go!" The little girl giggles loudly, and people turn their heads at them.
"Language." The mother strokes over the little girl's head and looks at the father in reproach, while the father points back at her.
"It slipped out of your mouth yesterday! Don't look at me!" He stands up and ties his leg against the little girls, holding her little hand, as the mother also takes the little girl's hand.
"Ready, go!" The paper rips instantly, but mother and father, with the little girl lifted up between them, run ahead.
When they come to the finishing line, the tall man laughs happily, satisfied.
"Finally."
Cadeaux
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Power Stone 
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