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” he asked, pointing toward the third aisle. “The twelve-percent strength is on the bottom shelf.”

I found the blue jar, the plastic cold in my hand. It cost nine dollars and fifty cents.

“You are taking the right steps,” a voice said from behind me.

Dr. Albert was standing by the greeting cards, holding a small box of throat lozenges. He smiled, the continue reading …