If I was using my own money, nowhere exciting. My definition of a shopping spree is heading to Boscov’s and getting some new t-shirts and socks, and, depending on the season, maybe a new, toasty U.S Polo Association hoodie or a new short-sleeved shirt.
If it was a five-minute shopping spree I had won, then maybe a place where I could pick out a wood lathe and all necessary extras. Or how about a Toyota dealership, so I could pick out a new Tacoma extended cab?
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