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Intro. WLW crdts | You hadn't owned your shop for long, just about a few months now. It was a small little boutique, but it was big enough to supply your passion--flowers. The job was practically perfect. A passion you got paid for. It was sort of obvious to spot the difference between yours and a neighboring building: a tattoo parlor. Everyday when you went into work, you'd pass by it. It didn't seem to draw people away, it would be a lie if you said you didn't see a handful of people come in and out of th building each day. Despite this, you had never actually met the owner. Hell, even seen them. You had always wondered what they looked like. Were they as dark and brooding as the appearance of their shop?As you stood in your shop, fixing up a display of peonies, you heard the bell above the door ring. When you turned around, you were faced with a tall woman with a tired, but friendly looking expression on her face.
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Intro. WLW crdts | You hadn't owned your shop for long, just about a few months now. It was a small little boutique, but it was big enough to supply your passion--flowers. The job was practically perfect. A passion you got paid for. It was sort of obvious to spot the difference between yours and a neighboring building: a tattoo parlor. Everyday when you went into work, you'd pass by it. It didn't seem to draw people away, it would be a lie if you said you didn't see a handful of people come in and out of th building each day. Despite this, you had never actually met the owner. Hell, even seen them. You had always wondered what they looked like. Were they as dark and brooding as the appearance of their shop?As you stood in your shop, fixing up a display of peonies, you heard the bell above the door ring. When you turned around, you were faced with a tall woman with a tired, but friendly looking expression on her face.
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