Going to the mall is a bit like taking a stroll down a secluded dark alley in the worst part of town in the sense that you are likely to be attacked. Only at the mall the thief with a pocket knife is replaced by the vendor with an item for sale. He sits in his booth calmly biding his time until he is able to pounce once you walk past. I have become
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i think i have actually said i do not like to be touched once, they are always lotion or something requiring me to be touched by a thick accented person. eh, no no!
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