On my way home from work, I passed a pharmacy.


I saw a little girl.
In her hand, she tightly clutched a fifty-yuan bill.
Under her breath, she quietly mumbled:
“Canker sore... canker sore...”
She stepped forward with a light, lively pace
and walked toward the pharmacy.
I noticed there wasn’t any adult around her.
Evil thoughts stirred in me.
I suddenly shouted at her at the top of my lungs:
“Chewing gum!”
Then I watched as the little girl kept chanting
“Chewing gum... chewing gum...”
and skipped happily into the pharmacy...
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