When I was very young, my mom and I went to the department stores - Murphies or Roses or Aimes or Grants. My mom drank coffee and talked to people at the luncheonette. I would be in the toy section. The manager always snuck up on me, "Don't play with the toys!" Always. Omniscient. How am I supposed to just look at a toy and not touch it? Sometimes I'd hide in a rack of clothes. I'd slip little notes and drawings into the pockets of clothes. I still actually do that. I actually do all these things. Still.

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