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her way from aisle to aisle, not actually
buying anything. There were times when
she would come in alone, content with her
earphones while listening to music on her
Walkman. A song would make her laugh
or gaze into space. I once caught her
crying and eating ice-cream right out of
the tub as she sat cross-legged on the
freezer door. She bought the container,
of course, and gave the rest of it to a
beggar outside. Sin was in a world of her
