And when finally Ken and the other sodden guests were funneled back into the inevitable temple of souvenirs he suddenly realized why Norma Jean loves this place and why she is so content to browse forever.
There are only mooses heads
and nylon beavers and plaster Indians
and mugs and glasses and cards and towels and chocolate and beads and candles and snow globes
and shortbread and scarves.
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