I was in the area of IKEA today, so I decided to go inside and take a look around. I'm not usually an IKEA kind of girl, but I had a craving for their hot, sweet, cinnamon rolls. I left empty-handed--there were no cinnamon rolls to be had, unfortunately--but perhaps someone else won't: I released Charlotte Vale Allen's "Hidden Meanings" on a pole outside the front door. All that travelling about exhausted my gasoline supply, so I filled up at the BP station in Irwin, and left Herman Wouk's "Youngblood Hawke" on top of the fire extinguisher at one of the gas pumps.
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