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[clayhornik]

I just woke up from a dream turned nightmare about a homeless person in the bookstore. A crazy, scary homeless person in the bookstore. After close, after we've turned the lights down to chase the stragglers out. The dream geography of the bookstore was much larger than it was in real life, with higher shelves, so he had more places to hide.
I know having a nightmare about a homeless person in a shopping mall is either A) derivative of George Romero, or B) terribly, horribly classist of me.
Neither reason will keep me from buying some Binaca to use as cheap Mace substitute.