As I explore the busy streets of my new home, I take in the life around me. Much different from the urban Atlanta that I journeyed from, this town was bustling, but seemed to be a bit behind the times. Buildings sat on top of each other, paint chipping on each door and bricks crumbling around the base, but they were so vibrant and full of character. I turned into an alley and found another row of deteriorating buildings, though these looked different from the shops on the streets, more private, more fascinating. nobody else joined me in this alley, which contrasted the heavily populated main road. I stumbled over a small red box that sat in front of one of the buildings. I knelt down and picked it up, it was covered in dirt and had a few scuffs on it, but it was still a pretty box. I turned to the shop that the box must belong to and peered into the window. I saw jewels, beautiful dolls, and luxurious clothing, everything in there seemed glamorous. I turned the nob and opened the door, immediately covering my face to protect me from what I saw inside this deceiving shop...
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