Drumming my slender fingers on the cashier counter, I was unconsciously producing a rhythm, each beat rushing after another, pressing and hastening. Staring at the middle-aged cashier with the glamorous gift in one hand and a piece of pink wrapping paper in another, I could not help but sigh. I could feel the look of people tired of the long queue burning the back of my neck. I should have just bought the teddy bear and wrapped it myself. With a fluffy thing like that, any girl would not mind a wrapper’s clumsy state. I felt in my pockets for my car-keys, then quickly picked up the present and settled it on the backseat. In no time, I was making a cute ten mileage on my speedometer on the busy Nakuru-Nairobi highway. A thousand bucks, thirty minutes of wrapping and probably my late arrival were the price of my weekend fling with my beautiful dear one - I ran through all those details in my head. It had been a long day. Driving mechanically, imagining her beaming smile while fat...
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