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Cookie Sales: A Short Story

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"What the hell is this?" the customer wailed. With a sigh I said, “That’s your fortune ma’am.” At a very young age, I remember becoming a divination scout, it was probably one of the proudest moments of my life. Unfortunately, this was not the case during the cookie sales- I would flash a bright smile, but would always be met with faces of repugnance. "Well I want a new one!" she demanded. I always seemed to get the bad ones, and I could never understand why. Everyone else would always have messages of happiness and joy, even the unpleasant ones were usually put in a comforting way. This however, was not the case for me. "I'm sorry, but I’m not allowed to do that. You can, however, buy one for a friend." She handed me the money as

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