we stare at each other,
but say nothing.
she's putting avocados into her
cart.
salmon and lettuce.
lemons. sunflower seeds.
whereas i put a bag of oreo
cookies and beer.
a gallon of rocky road
and a slab
of rib eye steak into my cart.
she shakes her head, i shake mine.
we move on.
it just wasn't meant to be.
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