Violeta finishes lining up the last bottle and takes two steps back, scanning the shelf like an inspector. She narrows her eyes. Beat. She spots the one bottle sitting slightly forward of the row. She walks back in, nudges it into line with the tip of one finger, then steps back again to exactly the same spot. She looks. She nods once, satisfied. The camera stays static and patient throughout, ...
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