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The low hum of outdated white fluorescent lights carried out through the entire grocery. Past many rows of food, there is the dairy aisle. A few people are getting milk. In the fridge area, bunches of whipped cream are clumped together tightly. All is quiet except the occasional beep of the scanner, and the frosted fridge doors sliding in and out. What a blissful scene, even for the employees. Well, as these humans walk the many tiles of the marker…there is something they do not know. All the products are conscious. And of course, they hide it from the people in the supermarket. Not since one said a simple Good Morning to a customer. They had a tantrum right there, in the soup aisle! They were thought to be crazy, and sent to a   doctor. No one would speak of that again. Still, there