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And in the end
Seeing record superstores disappear leaves one fan with bittersweet memories
I had a dream, and it had nothing to do with civil rights. I wanted to work at a record store. Not some funky indie outpost but a giant retail behemoth where I could a) be in a room with more or less every album in the world, b) get a discount, and c) tell people what they should listen ... (Full article: 1111 words)
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