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Mango had stayed up all night reading the diary. When sunlight finally slipped through the curtains and hit his face, he dragged himself upright, exhausted and starving. He headed straight to the kitchen to finish the leftover bread from yesterday.
Just as he was about to cut a slice, his sister—short, sharp-tongued, and with jet-black hair—walked in. She reminded him, not so subtly, that he needed to get a j*b.
Mango groaned. "Hey, Grimace, stop swearing. I'll stay unemployed and continue gooning, thank you very much."
Ignoring him, she reminded him to buy 67 mangos for the coming week. She was in a rush; work started soon, and she would be back around 6–7 p.m.
"Oh, and grab one pound of baby oil. We're having mangos tonight."
With that, she hurried out the door.
Mango finished eating his bread, then finally decided he should go collect the items she asked for. He opened the door and walked down the long corridor that connected their room to the stairs, descended the old hardwood steps, and eventually stepped outside.
He wandered around until he spotted the mango shop. He went in and asked the shopkeeper for 67 mangos.
The old lady behind the counter asked him something he didn't catch, so he just nodded and said, "Yes."
She finished packing the order and handed the bags to Mango.The total came to 67 shmeckles.
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