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a quick story. A married guy goes to the store, falls in love with a bottle of shampoo. it is a love he cannot discuss nor complete. he knows the love is one-sided and he knows if he brings the bottle home, his wife will recognize the sensual shape as not just an attempt at cleaner more lustrous hair, but as a successful play for his heart. Although he never brings the bottle home, his wife recognizes the vacant presence of his desires. it is a shape she can never be. they both hide his shame and share their loss.