bake sale [oz/ax]

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I don't start fights but I'll handle you just fine
Usually I'm very kind to others
But I won't think twice if you step to me or mine
You're a slimy little motherfucker

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Flyers were all around the District Square advertising District Eight's annual bake sale for several weeks leading up to it. My family always contributed to the bake sale, making our District-famous cinnamon buns. The people who came to our family's diner always loved them, so giving people the ability to buy some at the bake sale sounded like a good option. I helped my brother make the majority of them for this year's sale, and we set up our booth in the District Square at our designated table when the date of the event finally arrived.

I'd hand-painted a sign for our booth that read "Marcos Family Diner's District-Famous Cinnamon Buns" with the price written underneath, but Elfangor thought that it was too wordy. So, we paired it down to "District-Famous Cinnamon Buns" and the price was scrawled on it in slightly smaller writing just below the words. Since Elfangor wanted it paired down, I made him remake the sign. It wasn't as pretty as my sign, if you ask me, but it still looked good and was probably enough to grab people's attention.

We were sitting at our booth for a while after we were all set up when Elfangor decided to go take a lunch break, and I was left at the table by myself. I decided to smile and wave at people as they walked around the bake sale, going by our booth so as to try to get their attention. I even said a few "hello"s to some of the passing patrons.

There was a guy around Elfangor's age who was walking by, and I decided to try to get his attention. I wasn't sure why I went for him in particular, but it seemed like a good idea.

"Hello!" I said, waving to him. "Would you like to try what I'd dare to say are the best cinnamon buns, bunz-uh, buns in the District?"

My speech problems often got in the way of things at the worst of times, but I hoped the boy wouldn't mind. The focus right now, after all, were the cinnamon buns.

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lyrics: "You're Not Welcome" by Naethan Apollo