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It’s a curious ballet, isn’t it? The grocery store pirouettes into the night, twirling away its self-checkouts just as the moon clocks in. There we stand, cans in hand, witnesses to the unplugging of our convenience. It’s a modern mystery, wrapped in fluorescent lighting.
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