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my shopping."
    He is just standing there staring. What is his problem? He's the thug not me. I do this out of necessity not by choice. I've heard the stories about stealing, car theft and beating kids up just for the heck of it. Thug. He is a thug. So I do what anyone would do with a thug, I run right into him with my cart. Okay, so no one else would do that to someone they are afraid of but I guess my brain isn't working right now.
    "Ouch. That really wasn't necessary. I would have moved. I just haven't seen a girl with such huge balls before. You're pretty good too. That's rare."
    "I don't have a clue what you're talking about." I push my way past him while rolling my eyes when I get a whiff of his scent. And I say scent because it's like nothing I have ever smelled before. I don't even think I could describe it other than to say it's just him. Fresh, clean, bright with a hint of grass mixed in with the best cologne I have ever smelled in my entire life. It reminds me of being in the park on a cool fall day laying on the ground so close to the earth you can smell it. Very rustic but also very...very...I just can't place it. It seems to suit him as odd as that sounds.
    I turn the corner and go over two aisles to the bread. I tuck the box into the palm of my hand. As I reach for the loaf of bread I quickly place the empty box behind the other loaves and push it all the back. One more thing to get then I'm done. I go down the last aisle to take the last item. Cream for my mother's eczema. I repeat the same process and slip the tube down the front of my pants. Well, that's uncomfortable. Just act normal and get the hell out of here. Confidence is the key.
    I step up to the counter, empty my cart and wait for the total. I was able to find a few things on sale so the total is not as bad as I thought. I only have to add $5 of my own money to cover the groceries. I pull the money out of my back pocket to pay, careful not to lift my shirt to much in the front. The lady behind the register hands me my receipt while giving me a small, tight smile. I grab onto the shopping cart and head for the door. This is the scariest part. Can I make it to the car? If they saw me take anything, they will stop me right after I exit the store. I got caught one time stealing medicine for my mom. They called her and when she picked me up she looked so pissed I thought she was going to beat the shit out of me when we got home. As soon as we got in the car, she started laughing. All she said was don't get caught again. The store never pressed charges because it was under $20. My mother paid for the item so they let it drop. I was only 15 when it happened and learned my lesson. I honed my skills and haven't got caught since. But that doesn't mean I won't. And at my age, almost 18, it could ruin my chances of getting into a good college. I know she knows that so I can't understand why she still pulls this crap with me.
    I take a big, deep breath as I make my way back to the car. I pop the trunk and start loading the bags. I quickly pull the four items from my pockets and pants and put them in one of the bags. That's when I hear his voice again.
    "That was very impressive. I couldn't have done it better myself. I didn't catch your name?"
    "That's because I didn't throw it your way, Slick." Did I really just say that? He is going to think I'm a moron. Come on Maggie. Think of something cleaver so you don't look like an idiot. Nothing. I've got nothing.
    "Wow. I don't think I have ever met someone so turned off by my presence. Is it something I said?"
    I look up and immediately regret it. I am staring directly into those endless brown eyes. I can't seem to pull my eyes away. He is standing right beside me, close enough that I can inhale his scent. So I do. I take a deep breath and exhale. Why do I feel drawn to this thug of a guy who I don't even know? Sure he is good looking. Okay. That's a bit of an understatement. He is so my type. Tall, dark and handsome.