Peach Cocaine

Casey hates peaches.

They're slimy, look like butts and can be turned into something inappropriate, but really, she had no idea working at a convenience store could be so, well... convenient.

Meeting that Pale Fish on that fateful day really was the least of her worries. She was concerned about her blue-heeler, Chum, at home wanting chunks of banana and vanilla yogurt.

Casey Wolton really hates peaches.

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_{Note: All fictional characters are mine. If there are any names that comprise of similarity to people, both living and deceased, it is entirely coincidental. I promise. The other characters, the ones you do recognize as famous people, well, they aren't mine, they never will be and I really don't want to own them. Considering that is illegal and begging for a lawsuit.

The entirety of this story is quite fictional, but I like clearing up the air if there are any misconceptions. It happens to the best of us. Now, shall we begin with the story?(:}