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Dec 23, 2009 - 04:11 PM |
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Today I visited my old comic book store. |
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It was weird. Despite it having moved to a bigger, nicer location it's still organized the same and with the same layout. Just bigger. It used to be run by two brothers, one of whom was still working there and recognized me.
"I remember you. You're that girl who used to come in every weekend," he told me. And yes, that was me at like, 12. I asked him how his brother was.
"He died last year."
SO. I'll be taking these issues of Powers and Detective Comics, thank you.
I really hate moments like that.
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