Boxing nuns, glass marbles, squishy rubber brains, wind-up dinosaurs, diffraction-gratinged gyroscopes, holographic puzzles, Pokémon and Sanrio, and skadoodles of other junior J-pop paraphernalia, balls that bounce crookedly, or beep when they bounce, or light up when they bounce, or simply bounce - this is where we go when we want our children, even our inner children, to think there's a heaven on earth. The angels can keep their silly old halos - we'll take a foil-embossed, die-cut decal of the Powerpuff Girls, thank-you-very-much.
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