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2 comments:
If only people voted with such enthusiasm.
Every time I visit my family in suburban southern New Jersey, more stores are added to the strip mall du jour. Each new residential building in NYC has a ground floor with retail shops. Q: Who is buying all this shit? The last purcahses I made were some t-shirts and organic cotton socks. I know I'm not the typical American shopper, but still.
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