Something really interested me. I noticed the trendy clothes I found in the Jacksonville area stopped when I moved to the New Orleans area, which was completely behind in merchandise, zero, zip, nada caught my emotion. That, as well as my personality other than me shelling to remember it, totally died. I went back to Jacksonville, and they had talking trash cans. The clothes were big and square.
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