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Bottled Water

04/28/2026 14:58h
I go to the corner liquor store for a bottle of water, middle of a hectic day, must get out of the office, stop making decisions, quit obsessing does my blue skirt clash with my hot pink flats; should I get my mother a caregiver or just put her in a home, and I pull open the glass refrigerator door, am confronted by brands—Arrowhead, Glitter Geyser, Deer Park, spring, summer, winter water, and clearly the bosses of bottled water: Real Water and Smart Water—how different will they taste? If I drink Smart Water will I raise my IQ but be less authentic? If I choose Real Water will I no longer deny the truth, but will I attract confused, needy people who’ll take advantage of my realness by dumping their problems on me, and will I be too stupid to help them sort through their murky dilemmas? I take no chances, buy them both, sparkling smart, purified real, drain both bottles, look around to see is anyone watching? I’m now brilliantly hydrated. Both real and smart my insides bubble with compassion and intelligence as I walk the streets with a new swagger, knowing the world is mine.