“Box that up? And do you deliver?”
Bruce walked out of the shop, wallet significantly lighter (or at least it would’ve been had he paid cash), wondering who had been the first person to decide that kindergarten graduation needed to be a gigantic celebration.
Today’s lunch break had required his selecting and paying for a multi-layer cake. Pink frosting. Because of course. He still had outstanding calls to the party planner and the caterers.
His cell phone rang. The florist could wait. Perhaps he could relax over his remaining break and prevent the inception of a migraine.
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