“That’ll be… 11.90. Would you like to round up your total for charity?”
Ronnie made a light, neutral-sounding grumble as he reached into the front pocket of his hoodie for his wallet. He pulled out the worn, warm leather capsule and flipped through it, prying his debit card from between the flaps. “Sure, whatever…”
The concession attendant cheerily responded, “Alright then! That’ll be twelve dollars even!” She reached out a hand, and
The Control App
By: Alumni
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