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WARNING: This entry is not for the unimaginative.

Have you ever tried checking your closet and counting how many shirts from one particular store you’ve already bought? For shopaholics out there, you know there’s this one store where you get the great buys. It first started with this one shirt that you wear most often. It’s not your uniform. It’s just your favorite. You tried a shirt from a different store coz you thought it looked nice. But then you wore it only once. You can’t throw it away… probably coz it would be a waste of the money you spent. And so you just never try to buy another one of that again. Instead, you go back to the store where you got your favorite shirt, and grab all colors of that same design. You don’t care if they’re in different shades of blue – navy blue, royal blue, sky blue, teal. You just like it when you’re in them. And if you could, you’d collect them all.

Shopping for the great buys is so much like searching for the best partner. You try a lot of different things in different places, on different occasions, with different people of different characteristics and different personalities. And when you find the perfect fit, you stick with it and just keep coming back for more.

Diamond life, lover boy. We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy. City lights and business nights, when you require streetcar desire for higher heights. No place for beginners or sensitive hearts when sentiment is left to chance. No place to be ending but somewhere to start. No need to ask, he’s a smooth operator. Smooth operator. Smooth operator.