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The woman who owned the bookstore was obviously addicted to the Mary Jane, though she undoubtedly thought it didn't show. Her artwork was terrible and it hung in random places, like it was supposed to be a pleasant surprise, but was more unfortunate than that. Books were generally overpriced and hard to browse because of their haphazard stacking. The college students in the eclectic neighborhood thought it was wonderful mainly because they hadn't cultivated any astute judgment yet. What was well thought out was not yet appreciated; rather, if they were told it was "cool" then it was.