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| - When I was still new to the city and its mysterious ways, a store like Magnolia- actually, the store Magnolia *specifically* enraptured me. Where I came from, grocery stores had no delicately-displayed rows of organic fruit and gourmet salad mixes and gourmet salad dressings and gourmet bread and Dufflet's pastries, and pretty lighting and a pretty name and a 2-D flower hanging out over the sign.
I am now a great deal worldlier, and the world is a great deal organic-er, and thus, I now understand that stores like this are a dime a dozen. But I mean, a grocery store is usually...a grocery store. This one is pretty good.
The brands that once seemed exotic I now see everywhere I shop, and a year or two back, I think they closed and then re-opened with new owners or something. I kind of stopped going back then, cuz it didn't seem the same and cuz it wasn't as necessary as it once was- I now have a number of closer options where I can acquire similar fare.
However, like I said, you gotta buy your food somewhere, even if it's food that now just seems "regular". I buy my food when I need it, wherever I may be. And I happened to be there the other day. So I stocked up on some fruit, and the clerk actually removed my clementines from that pesky wooden box and loaded them in a grocery bag. What a lovely and convenience-enhancing gesture, I must say.
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