After picking out an armful of apples, two steaks, a bag of pistachios, a tub of butter, a bag of bagels, and a sack of potatoes, she arrived at the only open register. “Afternoon ma’am,” the older man at the register said. She hated when men called her that. It made her feel old. “Hello,”…



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