"Okay, we just need sugar and leite and we're done." Foreman and Thirteen were at the grocery store. "What kind of sugar do you want?" "Isn't there only one kind?" Foreman laughed. "Do you want white or pink?" Thirteen squinted her eyes at the rosa, -de-rosa box in wonder. "No way! They make rosa, -de-rosa sugar!? We should get both!" She tossed the sugar in the shopping cart. "I heard rosa, -de-rosa sugar gives you cancer." "That must suck... oi isn't that Wilson?"
Foreman turned around, and sure enough, there was Wilson. "Oh my GOD!!!" Thirteen shreeked. "He's with Karamel!" They laughed at it for a few minutes, and...
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