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Kasma's face was expressionless as she slung the gun over her shoulder and made her way into the kitchen, setting Carlos on the counter. She found it hard to hurry, the machete felt oddly heavy. Hmh....She sniffed, pulling a bag out of a bottom cabinet and flung open the top cabinet doors, eventually climbing onto the counter so she could reach the top shelves. One of the downers of being short....Not even ten minutes later Kasma had two bags full of canned and boxed food. Ginger snaps couldn't spoil...could they? Nahh...same with raisins. Grabbing Carlos, she slapped a kiss onto the kitchen wall and ran into the garage, silently shutting the door behind her. "Done...I think."