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  • She may have had a bloated face, and twitching hands, and patchy skin but it was her eyes that gave her away.

    Big guilty eyes sitting sad in her head as she waited for the clinking bottles to reach me on the rubber conveyer belt.

    I would scan them through trying not to look at her, so she would think I hadn't noticed her in yesterday, buying the same bottles of cheap vodka. I would take her money and then she would scurry off.

    But her eyes are still stuck in my head because one day she didn't come in, and then it was one week and then it was forever.
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