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Deal of the day

by james-m-vines89

Black Friday they scream all over the airways. Time to go shopping, time to bust the doors on every shopping place. Get up at 1am or you will be great, come on out, the deal they will not wait. I get frustrated with all of the hype, the materialism and waste, what I would not give for just a little peace. They say buy new fishing gear and get ready for the season that is 4 months away, I don't see the need my rod worked fine just last week. So on the barrage goes, like an infantry assault. I just don't see why I need new things, the old ones work just fine. Perhaps I will go shopping when their isn't such a line. So as the end of the season approaches , on my couch I will stay, let someone else go find the deal of the day.
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