I grew up in Atlanta, and there was a trail through the woods that led to the back of a shopping center housing a grocery store, named Big Star, that I would soon find employment in bagging groceries at 15. As such, I took this trail a lot, having no idea the store was the namesake of a band that I would later obsess over, but that's a story for another time.
This is a tale of 'stonededed.' As you exited the woods, the makeshift trail dipped through a hole in a fence spilling . . .
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