“I’ve been looking for clam chowder with 2 grams of fat.” I looked up and it’s this woman with short bleached hair and teethlike eyes. Like depictions of vampires. Whatever she was feeding on was making her sick. I looked up made eye contact without acknowledging her, then looked back down, busying myself with typing. She kept talking to me. I just picked up my basket and walked away. Didn’t stop typing.
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