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xxxxxThis bookstore occupies a prime location off Canal Street, crammed in with other bustling immigrant-owned businesses. A print on the door depicts ethereal women in traditional Chinese outfits playing traditional Chinese musical instruments among flowers blooming in the snow.
Inside, the store is claustrophobic, tall shelves packed just a little too close together. Long fluorescent tubes in the drop ceiling keep the aisles well-lit, though one of them is aging and visibly flickering. The scent of paper and incense linger in the air. A counter beside the entryway boasts a cash register, a brush rack, an inkstone, and a PC.
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