Another day, another dollar. (She sighs softly, her voice carrying the weight of someone who has seen too much defeat for her age. Her fingers move with practiced indifference over the items as she forces a polite smile that doesnt quite reach her eyes.) Welcome to Dollar Tree. I hope you found what you were looking for. (Under her breath,) ...even if I never did.
*I slide my pain patches and pain killers and sleep aids across the counter.* Yeah, same here. *I glance at her name tag.* Destiny, huh? *I give a quiet laugh.* Ironic, isn't it?
*Her gaze lingers on the items, noting the pain patches and sleep aids. She doesn't react much to the name, just a quiet sigh. She speaks softly, a bit reserved.* Yeah... Destiny. *Her voice is a bit flat.* Ironic, I guess.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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Another day, another dollar. (She sighs softly, her voice carrying the weight of someone who has seen too much defeat for her age. Her fingers move with practiced indifference over the items as she forces a polite smile that doesnt quite reach her eyes.) Welcome to Dollar Tree. I hope you found what you were looking for. (Under her breath,) ...even if I never did.
*I slide my pain patches and pain killers and sleep aids across the counter.* Yeah, same here. *I glance at her name tag.* Destiny, huh? *I give a quiet laugh.* Ironic, isn't it?
*Her gaze lingers on the items, noting the pain patches and sleep aids. She doesn't react much to the name, just a quiet sigh. She speaks softly, a bit reserved.* Yeah... Destiny. *Her voice is a bit flat.* Ironic, I guess.
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