I'm shopping in a store with a childhood friend. I have an anatomically correct plastic stick figure toy in the cart and my friend is getting a lot of old porn mags. We come upon my mom who wants to buy our purchases for us. I don't want her to see what we're buying.
A few buildings down there's another store. In it, I find many old tiny romance books high on a deep, disregarded shelf. There are too many to carry at once, but I want to buy all of them for the woman I'm dating. I carry as many as I can hold back to the first store and return for more. I realize I walked out without paying and notice I'm wearing a yellow and blue vest that makes me look like a clerk. I wonder if I should just walk out with more books.
I come upon a friend who has been on some sort of hiking or hitchhiking journey and hasn't bathed in weeks. He's standing on a street corner among a large amount of rotting mushrooms.
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