Greta and Eric walked down the street to a shop called all things Page Turners. Inside was light and airy. The clean, crisp white and powder blue painted wood and accent trim in daffodil yellow hugged the surroundings. The names of the colour just popped into her mind. She’d expected a dark, dusty wood interior, not this place where kids ran through the racks of shelving. Kelly Jones, the owner of the shop, was just as unexpected as the shop. She was a whirlwind of colour and flowers. A vase tipped over, and that accounted for the flowers. They were artificial and so no water to clean up. “Oh, hi. Good afternoon. How may I help you?” The tall, lean redhead stood up and made her way t
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