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Shimmie stood outside the ice cream parlor of her small home town, licking her already chapped lips at the sight of all the delicious goods inside. "Oh, plea-a-a-se mother?" she asked her lousy mom as she pushed the stroller that contained her aunt's 4 yr-old shi-tzu in it's flamingo pink blanket. It yipped as it caught sight of another canine and she hurriedly pulled the hooded top over the stroller in hopes of stopping the possible escape of the small dog. It whined from inside but after 2 minutes shut up. " No" answered the fat, cherry-red lips of her blonde mother," I'm not hungry and neither are you!" she finished and pulled her daughter along. " But I never get sweets!" she begged. "Why can't you ever let something go!" her mother shouted, then lowered her voice to a calm tone and continued " We'll make cookies when we get home, okay?". "Ugh, fine" Shimmie spat and pushed the stroller ahead and once out of earshot of her mother whispered to the dog, Pooch " She never let's me do ANYTHING fun! Always 'We'll do it at home' or 'Another time, sweetheart' never yes!" and made her way to the nearby pet store. A weird looking man inside checked her out and licked his lips. " Pervert!" Shimmie said loud enough so he would hear, he looked down then as another woman walked in he grinned at her and made his way to her and they talked in low voices then she glanced at Shimmie and left with him. They got into her car and drove away. Shimmie was stunned, 'why did she just go with that stranger?' she ignored the weird feeling in the pit of her stomach and made her way to the dog food aisle as an employee about 2 yrs older than her checked her out and allowed his eyes to settle on her "Kim Kardashian" butt. He softly wolf-whistled and Shimmie left the store.