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Post by hunter on Apr 19, 2013 8:25:43 GMT -6
Hunter was running down the street, he needed to pick up something for the people he worked with. Well, he was supposed to a long time ago but ended up getting distracted by the fact that he had started looking at a music store with some disks that he could really use for his real job, being a DJ at his lovely venue. Sure, he didn't get paid for it but he loved it all the same. Still, sometimes his little obsession got a little in the way of him.. taking care of himself. Honestly Hunter didn't quite care about getting food every night, sleeping in a good bed as long as he can live with his music. Yeah, he was a little obsessed, but he couldn't really help the fact that he loved music so much.
Hunter ran to the store, looking at it. He needed to pick up some chicken feed but.. Hunter wasn't the most outgoing or confident guy when it came to anything but music. He hated buying and paying for things, shopping was just a little scary for him to say the least. Yeah, he was being a dork and dramatic but talking to strangers wasn't his strong spot. Still, he walked in and slowly but surly he bought the chicken feed, after a long amount of stammering and scared words Hunter had finally gotten the word out that he was buying feed. The person got the message eventually and, he left with a big bag in his small arms.
Hunter was having trouble holding the bags of feed and started to wish that he had brought something to carry it in, that was when he tripped and fell over and slowly the feed began pouring out of the bag, hunter quickly began trying to put it back in, but it wasn't working. Oh, what was a simple boy to do?
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