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The day had not yet reached noon and the eldest Holloway girl stood outside a shop, in downtown London, looking through the window at the patterning of the clothes debating whether or not to go in. Already three bags in hand, she decided she wasn't fond enough of the clothing to warrent another bag.
Making her way to a small coffee shop she piled the bags on one chair and left her purse on the other. Smiling she gave her order to a short brunette on the other side of the counter. Reciving the Iced Moca she returned to her seat sipping at the foam. She pulled out a couple of the new books she had bought and smiled, she couldn't believe she actually found an 1836 copy of William Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice. Thumbing through the pages out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar face.
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Making her way to a small coffee shop she piled the bags on one chair and left her purse on the other. Smiling she gave her order to a short brunette on the other side of the counter. Reciving the Iced Moca she returned to her seat sipping at the foam. She pulled out a couple of the new books she had bought and smiled, she couldn't believe she actually found an 1836 copy of William Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice. Thumbing through the pages out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar face.
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