He loved the little bodega, even though it was rundown and hard to find. The old woman behind the counter carried the usual necessities, but she also had a secret stock.
She carried a rotating selection of odd snacks and limited-run sodas. If you wanted a discontinued flavor of chips or a promotional novelty from twenty years ago, she could find it.
“I have a specialty supplier,” she said as she rang him up for a box of cereal he hadn’t seen since he was a kid.
In the back, her time machine idled, waiting for her next supply run.

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