You continue to wander deeper and deeper into the store, weaving your way in and out of the various displays. You can't even see the front door anymore for all the junk, and you're starting to wonder just how big this store really is, as if it's the same size as the other stores nearby you should have hit the back wall already, but instead you continue plodding forward, examining whatever you come across that seems interesting, though being careful not to touch anything, as a lot of it seems kind of fragile, as well as expensive, and you don't have enough money to be paying for broken merchandise.
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