I had a long list of chores to get done yesterday, but it was so beautiful, sweet sunny spring, I took a very very long way around to the produce store and spent more time than I probably should have wandering around the weekly Hell's Kitchen flea market. I probably didn't need that wooden cigar box and those antique keys, but I did manage to resist the stuffed deer and the merry-go-round horse. Even the Marilyn Monroe alarm clocks!
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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