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convenience

Is it wise to offer a little of your soul to

<insert supermarket brand here>

for an even smaller amount of convenience?

I am cattle in your shop. It burns my eyes every time I go in there

letting you brand me once again for my convenience.

Your ready-to-eat <insert fresh produce of your choice>

may not ever be so but I still get hopeful as I prod myself into the cattle truck