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Kirsten: She drops her legs. "That's it!" She gets out the car and runs into the WallMart, looking for the bathrooms.
Kirsten: Sits in the car, and pulls her legs up to her chin, shivering slightly.
Kirsten: "We can't leave Mr. Cheeky Shit!"
Kirsten: "Suit yourself!"
Kirsten: "Sure. Where?" She gets into the driver's seat, and slings her stick and basket into the boot.
((Scratch last one)) Kirsten: "Cool." She picks up her stick, and walks towards the exit, with her full basket
Kirsten: Glares at Edward again.
Kirsten: "So, any of you need like a ride? I've got a Jeep, but it's limited to fifty..."
Kirsten: Glares at him. "Cheeky little shit!"
Kirsten: "I don't really eat chocolate. Just pick one!"
Kirsten: She gets a basket, and fills it with tinned spaghetti.
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Kirsten: Creeps along the side of the shop, looking for food that doesn't expire soon.
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Kirsten: "I'm a twenty-two year old window dresser. I don't get out much. I'm shit scared!"
Kirsten: "Really now?" She stands in the doorway. "Check the meat isle."
Kirsten: Laughs to herself. "If you go first!"
Kirsten: "I haven't seen anybody, so I haven't heard the names." She slowly drops her stick. "I'm Kirsten."
Kirsten: She glares at him. "The what-a-what-a-who-nows?"
Kirsten: She looks up, and her eyes widen, at the sight of the man running towards her. She stands up, and holds her hockey stick with both hands,...