| My
mother had taken the entire family to a mall
where all they sold were comic books. They were
in the stores, in the walkways, in corners, by
the doors... everywhere. There had to have been
over a billion different racks in there. Naturally, I started looking for the
ones I needed in the different series I collect.
We were all browsing but I kept glancing at my
mother and noticing the look on her face. She was
the one who had brought us here, but she didn't
approve of us going through and looking at the
comics... or wanting to buy them.
In the end, I didn't have any
money, so I couldn't buy the ones I found anyway.
End.
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