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Surrounded by huge parking lot with few cars, half-dead Harrisburg Mall. Inside, hardly anyone seemed to be shopping. At a table in the nearly empty food court, old men played a board game brought from home. Every now and then, a jogger, or a Megabus weirdo, like me, with his 50 cent ticket. The two Vietnamese nail salons that bookended this wasted space were doing well, though, and the taxidermied beasts didn't look any deader from the last time I was here, five months ago.


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