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Sally stumbles back, knocking over a display of potato chips. Her reflection in the freezer glass shows a woman she barely recognizes—not grotesque, but overwhelmingly, impossibly full . The last button on her shirt fires off like a bullet, shattering a jar of pickled eggs. But the fabric stretches further