The beeping of the registers fill the air as if it were the beating heart of the store.
Metal wire is pushed even harder against my skin as I lean against the bar of cart
and cruise down each aisle, careful not to crash into workers who appear at night and
restock shelves. Colourful products compete on the shelves, each trying to win my
affection, but I know their tricks and I ignore them. The gentle waft of bread becomes
fainter and fainter as the night goes on, soon to be replaced before the sun rises again.
I imagine the tastes of the various chocolates that line the shelves, each one with a
unique combo of ingredients. The longer I stare the more I allow temptation to grow.
Metal wire is pushed even harder against my skin as I lean against the bar of cart
and cruise down each aisle, careful not to crash into workers who appear at night and
restock shelves. Colourful products compete on the shelves, each trying to win my
affection, but I know their tricks and I ignore them. The gentle waft of bread becomes
fainter and fainter as the night goes on, soon to be replaced before the sun rises again.
I imagine the tastes of the various chocolates that line the shelves, each one with a
unique combo of ingredients. The longer I stare the more I allow temptation to grow.
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