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I Confess

Anna Blume

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Father Barton, it has been thirty-five years since my last confession.

I was in Whole Foods tonight. I know you're not supposed to shop hungry, but it was 8 PM, no dinner yet, and I was passing the seafood counter on my way to the figs on sale.

Spied stacks of gleaming smoked-salmon ends and persuaded the guys behind the counter to divide a container up so I could have just a little with the bit of Neufchatel and sunflower flax bread I have at home. Hot coffee for breakfast. There's one ripe tomato from over a week ago. Some cucumber, red onion...

Head to cashier and notice "Smoked farm-raised salmon" on the label.

Bought it anyway. The guys were so nice to give me such a tiny bit...

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