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  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Mom, we _have_ to go in there.&amp;quot; I moaned.

She gave me a look of surprise. &amp;quot;Do you know how _expensive_ this place is?! And since when do you shop _there?_&amp;quot; She spit out the word &amp;quot;there&amp;quot; like bubble gum that had lost its flavor.

&amp;quot;But mom,&amp;quot; I grabbed her by the arm, &amp;quot;this is where _everybody_ shops! I want at least a few things people will think is half decent.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;This is coming out of your allowance for the next month, I'm not paying for everything.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;That's fine.&amp;quot; I was desperate.

I stepped in, and I'm not saying that I was in love with the place, but Hollister was a lot less horrific now that I actually went in. This was like, the Town Square of New York city, of the mall. And to be honest, this Hollister stuff didn't really differ that drastically much from Aeropostale or Abercrombie. I liked a lot of the stuff in this one girly store, Deb. The thing is there weren't labels, and if any girl knew anything about surviving in school from Middle School and up, it's that labels are everything.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-08-28T21:59:55Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Labels</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i loveeee hollister!&lt;br /&gt;but it is expensive&amp;#8230;  YAY SALE RACK !&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;i love this. :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-08-28T21:59:55Z</published>
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      <name>LovingYourHeartbreak&#9829;</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Labels</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hollister has some good stuff, but it&amp;#8217;s pretty exspensive. I go to Aeropostale. Good sequel! =) &lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33117?basename=72626</id>
    <published>2008-06-21T03:01:58Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Labels</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Or should I say sucked, since I&amp;#8217;m not in middle school anymore. Thank goodness. High school is so much better.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-20T19:09:44Z</published>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Labels</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yes, good depiction of middle school society.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33117?basename=72454</id>
    <published>2008-06-20T19:08:50Z</published>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Labels</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yes, good depiction of middle school society.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33117?basename=72451</id>
    <published>2008-06-20T19:08:27Z</published>
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      <name>Dreamer</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Labels</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ha ha i love this story.. The narcistic years of adolecence. Fond memories.. I totally related to this story. In my day it wasn&amp;#8217;t hollister and Abercrombie.. I forget what the &amp;#8220;in&amp;#8221; labels were. It changed so frequently.  Great depiction of a relationship between mother and daughter.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-04T23:16:06Z</published>
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      <name>Apostrophe </name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Labels</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ha ha i love this story.. The narcistic years of adolecence. Fond memories.. I totally related to this story. In my day it wasn&amp;#8217;t hollister and Abercrombie.. I forget what the &amp;#8220;in&amp;#8221; labels were. It changed so frequently.  Great depiction of a relationship between mother and daughter.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-04T23:16:05Z</published>
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      <name>Apostrophe </name>
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