Last night I dreamt of walking into a record store. It wasn't very well lit and the girl behind the counter was smoking. In my dream, I was still a smoker. I looked through the records (yes, records... odd since I'm a cd fellow) for a bit and then went to the counter. We made some small talk. She offered to call in an order for something I was
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