The girl in the orange leggings examined her profile in the clouded window of the frozen foods aisle as she pushed her scraggly-wheeled shopping cart over the linoleum floor. She swung her hips noticeably - unnecessarily so - as she selected three trays of Lean Cuisine from the freezer. Insipid stuff and not very filling, but hey. You don't get a body like that eating macaroni and cheese.
She jumped, startled. A hoarse whispered voice. A jingling footstep. A red parrot hat.
"Your bum," said the man in sparkly pajamas, speaking softly but suddenly from two feet behind her, "is very nice."
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