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Dominica walked through the store, looking for wraping paper. It did not appear to be in any department. After searching for a few more minutes, she walked up to a sloppily dressed, teenage christmas elf, who seemed to be trying to scare her away with a piercing glare.
“Hello, would you happen to know where the wrapping paper is?”
“…”
“Ehm! I would like to know where the wrapping paper is.”
“Yeh?”
“So, do you know where it is?’
“Yeh.”
“So, where is it?”
“Christmas section.”
“I don’t really know where that is.”
“Good for you.”
“Could you tell me where it is? The whole store seems to be the Christmas section.”
“Yeh.”
“Could you please tell me where it is?”
“Yeh.”
“Could you tell me where it is now?”
“Yeh.”
“Tell. Me. Where. It. Is. NOW!”
“Fine, fine. Whatever. The Christmas section is over there.”
The elf vaguely waved a hand toward Dominica’s left.
“Sgot, like, a sign thing. Says “Christmas Fun Here” on.”
“Thank you.”
“Idiot,” muttered the elf.
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