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I could hear their shoes clapping against the thick cement floor. They were after me, like always, but I wouldn’t surrender without a struggle. In my eyes’ everyone else’s bread should be smooshed. * * * Five years ago it began; while shopping at a grocery store, I scoured the aisles looking for some bare necessities. My wife sent me, and I couldn’t wait to get in and out. After grabbing some bread, milk and eggs, I pulled my cart into the one-to-twenty items line-up and began unloading onto the grocery treadmill. I paid up, slid the obtuse weighted bag around my wrist, and strolled toward my truck waiting for me in the parking lot.
Approximate Word count = 441 Approximate Pages = 1.8 (250 words per page double spaced)
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