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I watched the cashier ring up my items. Beep, beep, beep. Her impassive scanning continued until a package of tofu arrived at the end of the conveyor belt. She picked it up with disgust.

“What is this?” she asked, touching it gingerly as though it might explode its soy-ness all over her.

“Tofu,” I said.