The makings of a slutwife
What was supposed to be me letting out some steam turned into further annoyance, however, since I now had a bag of half-ruined items to deal with as well. I groaned in impotent frustration, watching as my discounted oranges rolled off the smooth surface before falling onto the hard floor with a squish, revealing the carton of broken eggs and the dented carton of milk inside the bag. Cartons which, of course, were now leaking their contents, slowly but surely, spreading the initial waves of...