At a certain end of town I always wander through an antique shop while en route to someplace more important. Sometimes, as last night, the shop crops up in the middle of a park or in the lobby of a museum, and no matter what I was doing, I have to stop and find something to buy. Peter had been searching the stone sidewalk of this posh, shady
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Not so weird after all. :)
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