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January 27, 2010
Was walking through 12 oaks mall last night with Reed, remembering the sights and sounds of the economic powerhouse--marveling over how empty it was while listening to Don Henley's, The End of the Innocence, over the loud speakers. Reed enjoyed ruffling the sales assistant's feathers, whether it was the two woman from Yankee Candle high on the scent of wax, or the aggressively flamboyant business woman from Bath and Body. I usually let him joke around as I smiled when I had to and told them I was just browsing, seeing only dollar signs and profit in their eyes.