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Blown to high heaven, my 711

There was a 711 here this morning. I know this, because I stopped in, said good morning to the manager, poked through some trashy magazines, then bought my shitty canned coffee, and walked out. Everything was normal.

Then, this afternoon--a mere 8 hours later, the same store looked as though Jihad had enthusiastically rolled into Okayama for a bottle of green tea and some yakitori.

These unbelievably efficient construction guys were nice enough though. Taking time away from their busy afternoon of demolishing my precious oasis to pause for a photograph.

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