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I love Anthropologie. I've forgiven them for charging far too much for their products-- because at the end of the day, you can't put a price on quality- and Anthro is the best. Their catalog arrived in the mail a week ago, and noe I love them even more. The first page has a poem in it, which must have been written for them because after searching the web high and low I cannot find that there is an 'original'. The poem reminds me of my dad...
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