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Mall Rat

We wandered Yorkdale where
my sister managed
La Vie En Rose, we
drank Orange Julius’ and
swept sticky fingers
across CD sides at
Sunrise Records
until we were thrown
out at day’s end.
Sis locked up,
every time with a bag
in hand
for her boyfriend,
she would mumble,
when she drove us all home.
Written by ursa
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