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Submitted to Contest #338
There it was. The record store. Just up ahead, at the end of the road. If you could even call it a 'road'. More like a loosely-related collection of cobblestones, each eager for independence now at the end of their society. This was no longer a road, for none used it as a road. The record store was no longer a record store, despite the catalogue of vinyls and CDs and pathetic, money-grabbing band shirts with logos designed by a graphic designer who only took the job because she couldn't sell her paintings. The record store was no longer a re...
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