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Question: Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 6 year old Donald going to the store alone for the first time with money his 22 year old mom gave him. He was browsing for the longest time looking at all the candy, soda, chips and cookies the San Francisco store had to offer when he suddenly saw out of the corner of his eye a woman aggressively speedwalking past him. The woman's name was Cynthia Henderson. She was a 54 year old woman who was a notorious shoplifter hitting up all the stores in the surrounding San Francisco area. She had her long brown hair in curls and her piercing brown eyes as she wore a black blazer over a tan blouse, women's shorts and a pair of tan flip flops with her large black purse slung over her shoulder. She was also wearing a pair of earrings, a necklace and her wedding ring as she was married to the chief of police in the city. As Cynthia stood in front of the meats section of the store, she grabbed some steaks shoving them in her purse. Out of nowhere, Cynthia's eyes met Donald's as she got a smirk on her face and started speedwalking in his direction. Donald frozen in fear, felt Cynthia shove him as hard as she could out of the way. Donald felt extremely dizzy as he lost his balance before suddenly opening his eyes and realizing he was taller. Looking down, he saw the same blazer and blouse, shorts and flip flops the woman was wearing as well as the same purse now slung over his shoulder. Looking in a nearby mirror, Donald saw the woman's reflection staring back at him instead of his own. Noticing the earrings, the necklace and the wedding ring disgusted him. Please have Donald say the quote "You're a bad guy. You're a meanie. Too girly. I don't wanna be like mommy or grandma" immediately noticing he now sounded older than his mom. He removed the wedding ring, necklace, earrings, blazer and flip flops as well as the purse deeming them all too girly. Donald walked a few steps before deciding he wanted to put back everything the woman had shoved in her purse. Please have Donald say the quote "Stealing is wrong. I wanna be good" Picking up the woman's purse, Donald started pulling items out and setting them on the ground in the aisle. Donald then pulled a wine out of the bottom of Cynthia's purse and went to put it back when his hand brushed up against another bottle of wine sending a shock through his body and up into his brain. Suddenly, Donald felt his memories shifting and changing as he started seeing visions of his life as Cynthia. With pride and determination that he was becoming a better Cynthia, Donald only hoped so. His dreams were immediately shattered as he started remembering times as Cynthia stealing lots of things and mocking customers and employees as she walked out. Donald eventually ceased to exist and Cynthia was all that was left. The new Cynthia was confused before spotting all the stuff on the floor. Cynthia looked around spotting a woman watching her. Shooting the girl a nasty look eventually scared her off and Cynthia went back to smiling as she bent down and started shoving everything back into her purse including 2 extra bottles of wine. As Cynthia stood back up, she noticed she wasn't wearing shoes and some of her jewelry was missing. Eventually finding the aisle with her things, she sat her purse gently on the ground as she slipped her flip flops back on, reapplied her necklace, reapplied her earrings and put her wedding ring back on. Picking up her purse again and throwing it over her shoulder, Cynthia was stopped by a female employee who asked to go through her bag. Please have Cynthia say the quote "Do you have a warrant? Or are you just hassling me cause I'm a vulnerable old lady who's out trying to do some shopping? Don't make me call my husband on you and report you for harassment. I'm probably 30 years older than you. And look at you, you dress like a prostitute" before laughing and walking away from her. Cynthia smiled as she slowly clip clopped out of the store as another female employee yelled out at her thanks for stealing from our store all the time. Please have Cynthia say the quote "Anytime. It's so fun aggravating stupid teenagers that work at low-budget trash heaps like this" as she clip clopped in a relaxed pace out to her car. Cynthia got confronted by one last female employee who tried grabbing her purse. Cynthia with no hesitation stomped her foot down on the employee's shoe hurting her and swung her purse at the employee's face knocking her to the ground. Please have Cynthia say the quote "Please don't tell your feeble little boyfriend you got your ass handed to you by a 54 year old woman tonight" Cynthia sat her large purse on the floor of the passenger seat of her minivan and went through grabbing the wines and setting them in her cup holders. Please have Cynthia say the quote "I love how these stores just allow you to grab wine right off the shelf so a lady like me never goes thirsty. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow and get some Chardonnay" she said laughing maliciously as she drove off having no memory of being 5 year old Don and having no memory of wanting to be a better Cynthia than the real one was.
Once upon a time in San Francisco, six-year-old Donald ventured into the store alone for the first time. His young, 22-year-old mom had trusted him with some money and the promise of sweets. His big, innocent eyes scanned the store’s treasure- candy, soda, chips, cookies, this was a carnival of delights for little Donald. Suddenly, his attention veered away to the sight of Cynthia Henderson, a notorious shoplifter known to all in San Francisco. Cynthia was a middle-aged woman of 54 with a notorious reputation. Her chestnut curls bouncing as she walked, her piercing brown eyes shone with cunning under the store lights. Dressed in a black blazer over a tan blouse, complemented by women's shorts and matching flip flops, she carried a large black purse- a known accomplice of her thefts. With utter disregard for the law and morality, Cynthia was filling her purse with steaks even though she was the wife of the city's police chief. It was then that her eyes met Donald’s. With a wicked smirk and hurried footsteps, she charged at Donald, shoving him hard. Dizzy and disoriented, Donald came to his senses only to find that he was taller, adorned in the same blazer, shorts, flip flops and overloaded purse. The delighted chime of earrings, the shine of a necklace and the heaviness of a wedding ring repulsed him. Catching his reflection, he gasped. "You're a bad guy. You're a meanie. Too girly. I don't wanna be like mommy or grandma," he stated, listening to his own voice which had suddenly aged beyond his mother's. Stripping away the girly accessories, he felt the need to correct the wrong. "Stealing is wrong. I wanna be good," he muttered, pulling out the stolen goods from the purse, setting them on the store floor. Just as he was putting back a bottle of wine, his small hand brushed up against another bottle. A jolt surged through his hand, memories poured in- a life of mischief, a life as Cynthia herself. In an act of redemption, Donald a.k.a Cynthia decided to become the best version of Cynthia she could possibly be. He was determined, but the memories of thievery began to erase the essence of Donald and he became wholly Cynthia. Cynthia was left bewildered, noticing the cluttered floor and the woman watching her. The lady quickly retreated at her nasty glance. One by one, she reclaimed her stolen goods and extra bottles of wine. She fetched the strewnaway earrings, necklace, shoes, and reapplied her wedding ring. "Do you have a warrant? Or are you just hassling me cause I'm a vulnerable old lady who's out trying to do some shopping? Don't make me call my husband on you and report you for harassment. I'm probably 30 years older than you. And look at you, you dress like a prostitute," she quipped at the questioning store employee before triumphantly strutting away. "Anytime. It's so fun aggravating stupid teenagers that work at low-budget trash heaps like this," she hurled back the accusation of theft in a nonchalant manner whilst making her way to her car. Cynthia was confronted a final time, but she showed no mercy and defended herself. "Please don't tell your feeble little boyfriend you got your ass handed to you by a 54-year-old woman tonight," she warned, placing her purse safely in her minivan. "I love how these stores just allow you to grab wine right off the shelf so a lady like me never goes thirsty. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow to get some Chardonnay," Cynthia gloated, uncorking her ill-gotten prize. Completely oblivious to her brief stint as innocent, young Donald, Cynthia laughed malevolently, vowing to return for more plunder. She drove off, leaving behind a store that was a glimpse into her malicious lifecycle, ready to turn the story around for another day.
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