Allemande

I went into Tower with the notion that I needed some new music, armed only with rough dimensions of the sound I needed. Of course, as always, within the first ten seconds in the store the music they were playing sent my thoughts slamming into the far wall, breaking into a million pieces.

So I wandered around, trying not to look like a shoplifter – ’cause I’m not a shoplifter, but it’s something that I’ve worried about since I was about 13 because there’s never been any good come of even slightly resembling a shoplifter. I’m sure that little slice of paranoia is the result of something I saw in an ABC After School Special.
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