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I'm starting to believe you love grocery stores more than everybody loves to sin and praise. You treat it like a career. It's like you were born there. Like a religion to you that'll never break from you. You make it seem like the only thing to happiness is walking in and out foot sensored doorways, grabbing carts, driving from aisle to aisle, spending hours deciding wether to buy a box of twinkies or stick to your false diet. Money can capture the eye of an grocery shopaholic. Ain't nothing wrong with it, I like to shop and I love food. But I can't devote my happy heaven to be surrounded by grocery stores. Maybe one day when I get married and have spoiled children, I'll transfer my life over to statewide of grocery stores... Or then again maybe not. Let's keep it real, I'm not you!
But I still love you!
