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He was staring blankly at an endcap display of artisanal pickles when a voice cut through the noise.

The free sample, he decided, was the best thing he’d ever picked up at a grocery store.

Marco felt something loosen in his chest. The fluorescent lights seemed less harsh. The screaming toddler three aisles over faded into background noise. free gay sample

Sam looked at his nearly full sample tray, then back at Marco. He grabbed a Post-it note from the demo station, scribbled something, and stuck it to the last clean sample cup.

“The secret ingredient is desperation,” Marco said. “You look like you’ve been standing here for an hour.” He was staring blankly at an endcap display

“Marco.”

“About tahini,” the man said, gesturing to a nearby demo station. “My friend Noor makes this stuff. Sesame, garlic, lemon, and a secret ingredient she won’t tell me. I’m supposed to be giving away samples, but everyone just power-walks past me like I’m selling timeshares.” The fluorescent lights seemed less harsh

“I’m a generous guy,” Sam said. Then, softer: “See you around, Marco.”