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Sometime in the summer of 2012 my grandma asked me to go to the grocery store, Seafood City in Chula Vista on 3rd. She wanted to make sandwiches, but wanted fresh bread. She asked me to bring back a dozen birotes, so I said okay. I got into my car, took 4th to Palomar, and Palomar to 3rd, then pulled into the parking lot. I got out of my car in the mid 80 degree weather, wearing an outfit I rarely strayed from: black pants, a Hanes v neck t shirt, and a red beanie, like a cartoon character that never changes. I walked into the grocery and immediately was hit with AC and the odors of your typical store ranging from fish, to sweet cakes, produce, and various meats all mixed into one large potpourri of fragrances. The bakery was to the right as I walked into the grocery. Walking up to the baker I looked at all the cakes, and looked at the breads, then looked at the cashier and all the bakers. I remember the smells and smiling as I walked up to the counter. I looked at the cashier and ...
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