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May. 28th, 2018 10:23 pmNow more than ever, Brodie missed the Mall. HIS Mall. Sure, Darrow had places that were shadows of the real thing, its own monuments to consumerism that paled in comparison to everything that Eden Prairie was. But that didn't mean Brodie didn't still miss it. That he hadn't spent his days trying to scratch an itch that only those sacred walls could scratch. Comic Toast, the pretzel stand, hell, even that goddamn FASHIONABLE MALE had no equal in Darrow.
But that didn't stop Brodie trying to find one.
Which was why he'd wandered into Phoenix Records, despite the fact that it didn't sell comics OR pretzels from what he could tell.
But maybe he could find a decent DVD to take back to his apartment. Not expecting to find much, he started searching through the shelves on the second floor.
"Holee shit. They made another Indiana Jones?!"
But that didn't stop Brodie trying to find one.
Which was why he'd wandered into Phoenix Records, despite the fact that it didn't sell comics OR pretzels from what he could tell.
But maybe he could find a decent DVD to take back to his apartment. Not expecting to find much, he started searching through the shelves on the second floor.
"Holee shit. They made another Indiana Jones?!"
