i haven't shopped at the gap since i was probably 12. undoubtedly, some day i will return. but as christmastime rolls around, my heart longs to enter through those enormous glass doors, and wander through the cableknit and cashmere. possibly pick up some wool socks, or maybe a bottle of dream. and always a chapstick or nail polish. for some reason, for me, christmas means gap.
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