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I don't know if its just me, but there's something macabre about places open 24 hours, and the people who work there. I cant really put my finger on it, but its almost ghoulish how some people wake up in the evening, just as the rest of the world is getting ready for bed. It makes my life a toy store which comes alive at night, action figures and dolls and stuffed animals waking up from their slumber as the lights go out, taking over, dancing their dance of the dead. Whenever I pull into a late night drive-thru, walk into a 24 hour gas station, or a 24 hour CVS, something kind of bugs me, and that image springs to mind.