After the bankruptcy, a disgruntled employee spray painted over “Smart &” leaving only “FINAL” for the world to see.
It seemed too good to be true, that there would be any water left, but with our assumptions of its contamination, we left the elixir of life on the shelf.
Could this be a mirage, thought the desert nomads, as they drooled over all that water and shiny, well-lit shelving.
No longer wanting to be confronted by doughy white men openly carrying shotguns, shoppers stocked up for the summer.
Then again, how many frikkin’ brands of WATER does the world really need?
Marsha’s newly built pantry was going to waste; she was cleansing and fasting constantly now.
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