My favorite place is the grocery store. I don’t really like food all that much – when you are always anxious about spills and never taste anything, why would you? – but I like the grocery store. I like the colors, and enjoying them repeat like a pattern, seeing the glossy red of the apples show up again on the bread and the laundry detergent and the cookies and the lipstick she throws in the cart. I like the music, and how often she dances a little, there in the aisle. I like seeing the other dresses. It’s a good place.
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