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"Shit, what am I here for?" I stared blankly at the milk, my reflection looking back at me questioningly.

Wait where even am I. Anxiety creeping up my spine, panic threatening.

My red plastic shopping basket slipping from my hand, bouncing, echoing off the store floor. "Are you alright dear" the soothing voice of an older woman enquired, her soft hand touching my arm. "Who am I". I ask her.…