A Perfect World

In a perfect world, a grocery store would carry replacement blades for every razor it sells. Today I discovered the name of that utopian supermarket would not be Harris Teeter. That is unless, in a perfect world, it would be infinitely more important to have a bitchin beer selection than a full line of razor blades. I suppose that could be highly likely. Paradisiacally speaking, I mean.

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