Shelia was the Buyer. With over six decades of experience on her endless shopping spree she could walk into any thrift store and find that one item of value. She always got what she wanted at the price she wanted.
The items in this shop confused her. They were old but ordinary. They could have come from her childhood home.
She stopped, round eyed. She recognized them. They were from her childhood home.
With a sudden urge to leave Shelia looked around. The store stretched endlessly in all directions.
A voice said, “In my shop, all sales are final.”
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