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Welcome to the Fashion Zoo. Little Doodles
I might have mentioned this before in a short list of things that are only mildly weird, but my high school was across the street from the town zoo. The two times I arrived too late to get my ‘93 purple/gray camry a decent school side spot, I über reluctantly parked over there and discovered that, thanks to petty thieves (animals!), my windows were busted out and my drugstore discman, favorite BNL album (both the original and the replacement), and random backseat sundries were lost and gone forever. This could be the reason I really HATE being late. Not only is it quite rude, it’s very dangerous.
Someone could lose a discman!