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waiting on the R platform i spotted a young woman reading a novel entitled "shopaholic and baby" - she had spent money on this novel and was dedicating like a week of her life to read this novel called shopaholic and baby. i couldn't resist peeking over her shoulder; the following is an actual excerpt from the book "shopaholic and baby":
shopaholic: omigod baby, i love to shop!
baby: truly, you do
shopaholic: baby, now that i own you i can shop, for me and for you. for two!
baby: surely this is true
shopaholic: baby this is gonna be the best!
baby: (removing sticky opium pipe from it's tired jaws) yes, that will be agreeable to me as well.
scene.
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