"Oh, hey."
Walking up to the glass doors, it's faint but it gets closer,
both the smell of raw meat and the buzz from the refrigerators.
"Oh look, a ChocoMilk! Man I used to love these as a kid."
It's a small glass bottle, filled with brown milky liquid
"You know, this is my favorite spot in grocery stores, the cold aisle.
Maybe it's the cold or, I don't know, the smell of meat reminds me of raw hamburgers.
It just feels nice"
"You can go look for the chips elsewhere and
I'll meet you at the counter okay?."
Something about this place is oddly peaceful.
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