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Brownies are hardly ever selling stuff at Safeway, and when they are they are too scared to talk to men who look like me (especially after the first one approaches me and I ask them how they feel about their mothers pimping out their cuteness in what is surely to be the first in a long slide down to the stripper pole of them using their looks to garner cash rewards).
Nothing feels so good as beginning the emotional ruination of a seven year old.
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