Rag-A-Muffin
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When am I ever serious?
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Post by Al Cellini on Jul 15, 2017 0:38:48 GMT -6
Al was wondering through the streets again. It was like a normal routine for him, manage to get on his feet and stop sleeping, fix himself up to look half decent. He managed to get through the door and be seen, socialize, cause trouble, roam the streets and manage to get back home alive. It seemed like a talent for him, he always managed to stay alive. It was pure luck at this point. He continued to roam down the street and then glanced around. He saw a cute shop and paused for a moment. He saw all of these beautiful flowers and began to smile to himself. They're so beautiful! He was intrigued and he had to get a closer look now.
He began to approach the store. He took his time taking everything in. The scent of the flowers could be smelt from a distance. It made him even more captivated by it all. He stood there for a moment tilted his head, "Wait, this is-" He widened his eyes when he realized who owned this little flower shop. None other than, Aria Marcello; the girl that bailed on his dance. Son of a monkey's uncle! What are the odds? He thought to himself. A wide grin grew across his face and he decided to strut into the small flower shop. He then said, "Helllloooooooo, anyone here?" With a playful hint to his voice.
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