Purchase two items: a cabbage and a bunch of bananas. As you approach the till, wonder if there is any reasons to feel self-conscious, will the stupidity of the cabbage, the ridiculousness of the banana, be taken as your stupidity, your ridiculousness? Surely in her time working here the shop assistant has seen every random combination of things brought to the till. She will not bothered to think about your shopping. How old is she? It is difficult to tell. Her eyebrows are indiscernible. The expanses of her cheeks are drawn over uncommon bone structure, unruly things are taking place beneath her skin. She is polite, without affectation; intelligent, you think.
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