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Was my first ever job. Used to love to stop and browse for nostalgia, and centering, and happiness. Went by on my last birthday and cried briefly in my car for the final loss of childhood happiness. I am now an emotionless bitter shell that calls itself human.
Now it's a furniture store. The mall nearby is basically an empty shell too. Now I have nightmares that I visit, expecting happy thoughts, and it's either gutted, or burnt inside. Or the toys are strange, and I can never find one I'm looking for, or they're broken/missing parts.
