Another short fiction of flash and this could potentially ruffle the feathers of the insecure… and if that’s the case, I make no apologies.
Clara went to the supermarket one day to buy some supplies for a party she was going to arrange for some of her friends. I’d go into more detail, but I’m afraid I might piss off the social media whores posing as feminists, so I’ll just leave it at that.
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