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So I just finished reading a pretty good book "White Oleanders". I watched the movie a long time ago and loved it. The book is even better and explains more. But the ending of it was somewhat ruined by the loud teeny bopper music that the Mall (scottsdale Fashion mall, where I am currently at work at) decided would be *FUN* to play while I was mere pages from the ending. Gah the last thing I wanted to mingle with my tender, somewhat emotional ending was some Nsync like band rapping about build-a-bears or whatever. All I can really here on this end of the mall is a semblance of words and a repetative boom boom ba beat. kill me now