I had to deliver cakes. I was familiarizing myself with my route and the 3 stops I was supposed to make. There was a man in the car with me. Our task turned into a car chase. He got shot. After finishing my current cake delivery I took him to get help.
The car chase turned into a shootout. I had to kill people with bullets that cost the same amount of money as the cakes I was delivering. A guy asked me to shoot him in the chest first and to please avoid shooting his junk. I shot him with the $7,000 cake bullets.
The world was covered in frosted mountains.
I married the last guy I tried to kill. We had a baby but it wasn't mine.
There were lots of people with children. There were chatty Indian ladies.
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