Stock up, Anons.
It's been precipicey in here for a while.
OffspringAnon used to hide in the clothes racks and lift her feet up, so we couldn't find her.
Let me tell you, Hell hath no fury like a mother/father separated from their child in a store. (There one minute, gone the next.) We almost felt like Jesus flipping tables looking for her.
Little brat.
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