[INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=pink][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Rushford, Ohio -- Jenkins' Diner[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]May 15th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
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Isla nodded once more, unpacking a few perishables she had grabbed and deciding to focus on canned goods instead. She peered at a few of them, muttering something to herself once in a while. Tomato sauce, onions...there had to be better stuff than this. Potatoes were always good, right? She could already hear her dad berating her lack of knowledge on food. Maybe she should have paid better attention on the food pyramid.

She didn't think Karen had the wrong idea, but after a while, her backpack seemed to be getting a little too heavy. The last thing she wanted was for a strap to break or for the bottom to just fall out from all the weight. Maybe she could compromise? She was probably over thinking it at this point, mentally berating herself as she went back to stuffing what she could inside.

As she stood up, she picked up her bag and was relieved to find it hadn't ripped or anything. [color=pink]"Kinda heavy, but...should be okay?"[/color] If she dropped it, she was pretty sure it would break and everything would spill, but oh well. [color=pink]"Think I can squeeze some water bottles...but uh, you know, I can handle it."[/color] Most likely, anyway. 

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