November 2009
1 post
Dearest Gap
Most of you who know me know that I LOVE THE GAP.
Growing up in Japan, visiting the States meant: relatives; long plane rides; toys at Walmart (Yes, Walmart back in the early 90s was my total JAM); and visiting The Gap for the latest and finest. After Gap Inc. landed in the homeland as Gap Japan, I was a slave to the store-LITERALLY (both as a loyal customer, and as a dedicated Sales Associate.)
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