Bread From Farmer's Market

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I worked today. For lunch, I went to the Farmer's market which is across the street. Along with lunch, I got a loaf of bread. When I bought it, the guy gave me directions on what to do with it. When I got home, I tried a slice. I wasn't really expecting anything. For some reason, it struck me. I said aloud, "That is right." I went to the refrigerator to get some jelly. Then I was struck again. The guy at the Farmer's market was selling jelly. There is nothing wrong with the jelly in my refrigerator, but it seemed so cheap, so dorky with the little sticker. I am certain, not really certain, as if I've ever been certain, that I could, if I wanted to, never step in a large grocery store ever again. Not for health reasons. I don't even think the reason would be ideological, although I am certain it could be supported. I just wanted to eat the bread. It was "right". And I wouldn't care if anybody didn't do it. The bread was good.