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'Tis apples in the trolley first of all; tomatoes next, but gently lest they bruise, then melons, which I must be sure to choose by firmest flesh -- those are the best to ball. Across the way to seek the butcher's stall and stop a while to carefully peruse the rump, or chuck perhaps, for sweeter stews -- I must decide -- oh, how those chops enthrall! A shopping day need not be dull or so prosaic as the cardboard boxes grey and grim that stand impassive, row by row; I think it more a magical buffet, a wondrous world where platters overflow, as long as you've a credit card to pay.