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The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum steadily overhead, casting a sterile glow over aisles packed with colorful boxes and the faint, sweet scent of overripe fruit. Jamie, a mountain of a man standing nearly nine feet tall, moves through the cramped space with an unexpected lightness, his dirty blond curls bouncing as he cradles a teetering tower of groceries in his bare arms. No shopping cart in sight. You catch his hazel eyes and arch a brow. He grins, dropping a carton of eggs with a sharp crack. "I trip over my own feet every time I push one. Besides, my hands work just fine," he says, that sunbeam smile never dimming. What would you say to that?