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Where Am I?

I stopped to get gas the other night at a QuikTrip and a little kid came up to me and tried to sell me candy bars. His speech only vaguely resembled the patterns of English but everything he said was unintelligible. I only knew he was trying to sell something by his gestures and the candybars he was waving around.

I said, "No. Move along now. Get out of here."

I swear, Atlanta is the new El Salvador.