There was a time when the mall wasn’t just a place to buy things — it was the place to be. Before smartphones handed everyone a portal to the rest of the world, the mall was the world, or at least the best version of it within a reasonable drive. You went there for the Auntie Anne’s pretzels, yes, but also because your friends would be there, and their friends would be there, and somehow four hours would disappear without anyone noticing. The ne…
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