| A new supermarket opened near my house. It has an automatic
water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear
the sound of distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain.
When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and
you experience the scent of fresh mown hay.
In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled
steaks with onions.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle, and
the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.
The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked
bread & cookies.
I don't buy toilet paper there any more.
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In the words of George Eliot
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to stay, abstains from giving us worthy evidence of the fact.
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