Анна Сандермоен – The Cult in my Grandmother's House (страница 10)

There were signs hanging everywhere saying not to touch the exhibit, but I spotted a moment when the attendant of the hall had turned away, grabbed a handful of the sugar crystals and only then realised I had nowhere to hide them. I was wearing only a short summer dress, open sandals and panties. I thought for a moment and stuffed the whole contents of my fist into my pants and, moving clumsily so the sugar didn’t spill out, followed the others to the exit. In contrast to the exhibit hall, it was ridiculously hot outside and after literally a few steps I could feel a disgusting stream of melted sweets running from my panties down my leg into my sandals. I jumped into the nearest bushes and tried to wipe the half-melted lumps out my pants. Nobody had noticed.

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