A veteran of the great Mall Wars, he stands on swollen feet.� His weapon drips with the blood of his foes, his bag is stuffed with the spoils of retail battle.I did most of my shopping online this year.� Despite that, I somehow managed to end up wandering around the Eaton's Centre every night for the last three nights.
I have no specific horrors to relate.� They have run together into a blur of blinking lights, shiny tinsel, and desperate wandering.
