There is no light at the end of the tunnel for us. We are who we are.
Tesco at the best of times is soulless _ but it__ so much worse at 6 in the morning. It__ not as empty as I thought it would be. Who the fuck shops at 6 a.m.? e florescent lights flicker. e shelf upon shelf of coloured cans make my eyes go funny. Everything is hard and shiny and there__ so much fucking choice. Why do I have to choose from thirty kinds of granola? Do I want Country Crunch or Rude Health? Raisins and almonds or tropical? Goji berries and chia seeds or Strawberry Surprise? I__l just buy the Tesco range _ that__l be easiest. No, wait, there__ Tesco finest*, Tesco Everyday Value and Tesco Free From. What can be so damn fine about granola? You eat it everyday and what could it be free from? It hasn__ got anything unhealthy in it! What could one possibly take out? Actually, we don__ need any fucking granola.
The Stolen Child
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Tesco at the best of times is soulless _ but it__ so much worse at 6 in the morning. It__ not as empty as I thought it would be. Who the fuck shops at 6 a.m.? e florescent lights flicker. e shelf upon shelf of coloured cans make my eyes go funny. Everything is hard and shiny and there__ so much fucking choice. Why do I have to choose from thirty kinds of granola? Do I want Country Crunch or Rude Health? Raisins and almonds or tropical? Goji berries and chia seeds or Strawberry Surprise? I__l just buy the Tesco range _ that__l be easiest. No, wait, there__ Tesco finest*, Tesco Everyday Value and Tesco Free From. What can be so damn fine about granola? You eat it everyday and what could it be free from? It hasn__ got anything unhealthy in it! What could one possibly take out? Actually, we don__ need any fucking granola.
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