She moves through the little shop slowly, taking her time to look over each of the items with old, experienced eyes, until finally she comes across one that grabs her attention. She picks up the small musical box and gives it the once over before she opens it, the box begins to play a soft little song and she places a hand on her chest and smiles.
“You, you are coming home with me today,” she says softly as she closes the lid and makes her way to the counter. The young man smiles as she places the musical box down and pulls out her purse.
“It’s a fine choice,” he says.
“It is,” she replies as she pulls out a hundred dollar note. “I’m sorry, this is the smallest I have…
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