Pushing the cart forward, the steel-framed glass doors slide open and I am immediately hit with the scent of cinnamon-baked dough and whipped white icing. My heart sinks as I rush through temptation, only to be hit by the smell of dead scaly fish, laid out on ice, frowning, with eyes peering up at us all, reminding us of the ongoing atrocities.
Groceries
Groceries
Groceries
Pushing the cart forward, the steel-framed glass doors slide open and I am immediately hit with the scent of cinnamon-baked dough and whipped white icing. My heart sinks as I rush through temptation, only to be hit by the smell of dead scaly fish, laid out on ice, frowning, with eyes peering up at us all, reminding us of the ongoing atrocities.