“Ah — you are American.” His accent was heavy, but he seemed eager to please. “I will assist you.” He took in her black nail polish and nose ring. “Punk, perhaps, is your enjoyment?” “More like punk/reggae fusion,” Nellie replied thoughtfully. “With a country feel. And operatic vocals.” The clerk stared in perplexity. Nellie began to tour the aisles, pulling out CDs left and right. “Ah — Arctic Monkeys — that’s what I’m talking about. And some Bad Brains — from the eighties. Foo Fighters — I’ll need a couple from those guys. And don’t forget Linkin Park….” He watched in awe as she stacked up
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