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March 9, 2015
Something strange happened today. A mother and two teenaged girls came into the store to have a look around. I said, "let me know what you decide" and walked back to my table. Then I tried to be more helpful, "what kinds of art do you like to do at home?" No real answer. "What was your favorite school art project?" "Well, we never got to choose." I was developing an intense dislike for this young girl. Her whispering, her cocky handling of objects on the shelf, a bravado that seemed, aggressive. How to explain that such rancor? Very strange.