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Still have a handful of lunch counters around these parts, but they're a dying thing. Got an apothecary just up the road that still has a soda jerk working there.
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"'Til the pawnshops were packed like a backstage party, hangin' full of pointy, ugly, cheap guitars. And the youngun's all turned to karaoke, hangin' all their wishes upon disregarded stars. -DBT"
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