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Went back to Tower tonight. The people who bought it were in there, being dildos. Liquidating dildos. One studied me staring at him shoveling CDs into bins, and asked me if I worked here. I used to, I told him.

"I can tell."

What is it? Like when your mom looks at you after you've been devirginized? They just know. Like the lady that randomly asked me where Wynonna Judd was tonight. "In country, under W," I said sadly, "Because she dropped the Judd. Do you blame her?" No one paid me to say that. But I volunteered.



You made your sign too big, meanies.