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She was out of charge

Granted, the small gift shop was crowded. People were in a shopping, jolly mood. Or so it seemed. Yet, she felt woozy and constricted. Everything seemed to wobble and jiggle. Yet, no one else seemed to notice. She was beginning to think it was just her vision being […]

Space needed to be made

There was a time in which antique shopping provided a reprieve from the present and provided for a future adventure. While the shops pointed to the past, they were like comfort food for future stomachaches. Now she went in them and felt nothing other than the need to […]