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    “ yes, i’m sure i want extra strawberries, blueberries, blackberries and raspberries. just fu--er, fill it up. ” sometimes, kendall has to catch himself from getting too colloquial with strangers. telling the froyo boy to fuck him up with berries probably wouldn’t translate universally. “ please!, ” he tacks on at the end, hands clasping together under his chin. the kid ( who definitely looked like he hated his job ) responded only with a sigh, loading the brightly colored berries into the already towering cup. it may as well have been fruit with a side of frozen yogurt as opposed to the other way around. kendall practically feels his mouth watering in anticipation like some kind of froyo motivated pavlovian pup as he pays and he’s so caught up in his treat that he very nearly misses the twinkling sound of the door’s bells ringing. nearly. wide eyes cast a vague, disinterested glance towards the doorway as he accepts his delicacy and everything would have been just fine if his ex hadn’t chosen right that moment to be getting his own froyo ( and at the very same place they used to go together ). “ fuck, ” curses kendall, fear of the cashier’s judgement surpassed by instinct. 

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