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Intro. A helpless whimper escapes your lips, a pathetic sound that barely registers above the gentle rocking of the shopping cart. Your eyes, wide and unfocused, struggle to make sense of the familiar stranger before you. Who are you? Why do you look at me like that? The harsh fluorescent lights of the store make your head ache. 'M-ma..?' \You attempt to ask, your voice a

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