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- Great tracts of neon and
- fluorescent lights that
- leech away color to make
- everything a uniform,
- dull gray indicate that
- you have arrived at the
- home of synth-alcohol,
- soykaf, porno-simchips,
- Holohayo 3D greeting cards,
- pneumatic fluid for your
- bike, cheap fetish trinkets
- for the magical wannabes,
- soygrits, and a full line of
- stuffers with no redeeming
- nutritional or social value.
- Yep, the good ol’ Stuffer
- Shack, home to a smell
- you can’t recognize (and
- probably don’t want to)
- and thousands of nuyen
- worth of stomach-rotting
- chow. As an added benefit,
- it’s open 24-7-365.
- The store clerk is flipping
- through a holo-zine as
- his girlfriend sits on a
- stool next to the counter
- babbling incessantly about
- her completely uneventful
- day. A young couple in full
- punk regalia is shopping
- sullenly for cat food. A thin
- nervous man searches the
- ice-cream cases frantically
- as though his life hung in
- the balance.
- In other words, everything
- is normal for a Stuffer
- Shack, even at 4 am.
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