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I have found a few things in life, such as flea markets and grocery stores in Chinatown, where the quality of the product seems inversely proportional to its trappings. I found a two-foot tall vintage California Raisin statue a few months ago in an antique store where it seemed more likely I would contract leprosy. I continue to find bizarre sodas and snacks in small markets that haven’t cleaned their floors in 28 years.