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See, the other store I go to, and the only other record store in town, is the opposite way. Too friendly. Always telling me I NEED to hear this or that. It's usually same sugary daft indie-pop crap, or else something totally out of left field like French cabaret. I feel like I can't just "hang." At least at the smug store, I can hang.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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