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[sub][url=https://youtu.be/XVyEcQosijg][color=#D2E7FC]Self Care
I’m treatin’ me right, yeah.
[/color][/url][/sub][/center][indent][indent][indent][hr][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][color=silver]It didn't take long for Carter Newton to finish the rest of his [i]errands[/i] for the day; in the span of less than an hour, the young man had managed to hit up about five of his customers' homes, leaving each house with a little more money in his wallet and a little less product in a compartment of his book bag. It was a little past twelve when Carter found himself aimlessly cruising down the road, his windows rolled down and his [url=https://youtu.be/1PnHB4sLqew]music[/url] blasting a little louder than usual. With nothing on his to-do list for the rest of the afternoon, Carter made the split decision to turn into the parking lot of the local grocery store. He figured that since he'd worked [i]so hard[/i] that morning, he deserved to blow most, if not all of his earnings on some snacks for the fridge that sat in the corner of his bedroom and whatever skin care products he needed to restock. As he searched for an empty spot to park his car, Carter briefly went over his plans for the rest of his day in his head: grab a few groceries, clean up his room, wash his hair, shave, do a face mask, exfoliate, moisturize... Sundays were for self care. That was how Carter liked it. 

Soon, the young man found himself entering the grocery store. He grabbed a small basket from the nearby stack before beginning his journey down the multiple aisles. By the time Carter reached the check out line, his basket had been filled to capacity with a bunch of snacks, large bottles of juice and water, and several bottles of facial cleansers, moisturizers, and face masks. Carter started to place all of his items up onto the conveyor belt before adding a divider in to separate his stuff from the things that belonged to the person in front of him. It wasn't until after Carter finished loading his items onto the belt that he realized who the young woman standing in front of him was. 

[color=#CCC6EA]"It's Beatrice, right?"[/color] Carter said suddenly as he took a quick glance at what the cashier had been ringing up. While Carter couldn't recall ever having an actual conversation with the small girl, he did remember seeing her around King's Academy almost every other day. He could even remember a time when he handed her, as well as some guy that she was walking with at the time, a flyer for a local protest. Whether or not she actually attended this event, or even held onto the flyer for more than a few seconds before tossing it into the trash bin, was a mystery to him. Nonetheless, Cater figured that he'd strike up a conversation with her. After all, it wasn't like he had anything better to do while waiting to pay for his groceries.

[color=#CCC6EA]"You having a party or something?"[/color]

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