The warehouse store was supposed to have everything I needed. That's what I was assured. A pharmacy for meds. A gas station for fuel. Grocery store with every single brand name I could possibly imagine. Hair dryers and vacuums. Televisions and computers. Clothes for every shape and size. The discounts were enormous, but I wasn't interested in bulk buying. I needed just one thing and one thing alone. Something I've had on my purchase list for a while. However, my prize eluded me for they seemed to stock absolutely everything a person could want. Everything except a blow up doll.
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