When I was a kid I liked when my mom went clothes shopping. There were lots of neat clothing displays to run through and hide behind. My favorites were the large circular racks. I could step into one of those and be invisible from the rest of the store. Often strangers would come up and browse through the clothes and talk to each other without knowing I was there. There were some stores that would have a really long rack running the entire back wall. That was great to run past with my hand out, zipping along the pant legs like a stick against a picket fence.
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