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There once was a boy named Kevin Who walked into a seven-eleven. He made himself a slushie Of blenderized puppy, But those gerbils sure still are temblin'!

manufactured, pre-made, look at the street and then inside, it's the same idea and design; change the bricks, change the paint, it's the same effect: standardized, cost-efficient products, no money-back guarantee so don't break it, disturb it; 'personalization to a minimum, if you don't mind, so when you go we can leave it, it'll work out just fine.' no customer satisfaction, just an absence of life and a skeptical reflection in a mirror, above the childhood bed that matches the old dresser but clashes with the bright colors: shoelaces, gloves, scarves, bits of rainbow, earrings and stars the relief from missing color,