8.
At this point, I didn’t care about being nice to this old lady anymore. I began to get loud with her. Give me the dictionary lady. I don’t got time for this right now. She turned around with disgust.
"Little boy, I don’t care!"
The Maria starts on her. Old lady wasn’t having it. She started cursing us out. Things were getting heated in the dollar store. The workers started to step in and break it up. Maria didn't care and punched the lady, grabbed the dictionary, and we ran out of the store. Gotta get back home quickly.
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