It all happened like 5 days ago. I went to the market and saw some nectarines. I love them!!! Then I decided to buy some. I bought 3 of them. (No one but me and my dad will eat them.) Anyway, when I was buying one of them fell on near the cashier on the table. I got it back in the bag then put it in my bag. It was the first time one of the nectarines had left.
Then I went home, opened my bag, just to find 2 of them. I started cussing, then I found it in my bag. that is the second time one of the nectarines had left.
Then I put them on the kitchen Table. when I got back to kitchen, guess what I saw.
Only 2 nectarines were on the table!!!
I was so sure that I had put 3 of them on the table. But naaaah. There was just 2. I was like broo where is my nectarine?? Then dad said "You probably forgot it at the market." but like I am sure I got it in my bag, then I took it out of my bag. Even my grandma said "Weren't there 3 of this shi???"
Even if I forgot it at the market, the interesting thing is not the nectarine being lost. the thing is I lost it 3 times. 3rd one was the one that it really left. It was engrossing.
Then we didn't care about it. we probably shouldn't eat that 3rd one and there should be a meaning behind it.
anyway.
I probably left it with the cashier.
bon appetit girl.
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