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At hour 65.3, Clara stood in the dairy aisle again. Her reflection in the cooler door showed a woman who was mostly shadow, two eyes floating in a fog of grey. The carton was gone—someone else had taken it—but she felt it everywhere now. In the store’s air conditioning. In the low moan of the freezer fans. In the expiration date stamped on her soul: DRINK BY — NEVER . NOW IN EVERY AISLE