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Shopping list is a glimpse of a life

“I found it a couple months ago on the floor of a Target, in the aisle devoted to skin care. Since then, the list — someone’s list, on a white scrap of paper — has resided on my desk, where every few days I pick it up to study again its everyday but mysterious contents. The scrap is the size of Monopoly money, with one long ragged edge. At the top, someone wrote Target then underlined it…”