My walk around the shop with my receipt and paper bag in one hand, I went in passive

furniture, the clocks, and the beautiful porcelain dolls.

The smell of old books and paper was what I loved the most in the world.

They had left me.

I should have blamed them for leaving, but they should have at least told me that they

wanted to go and I could have gone only through one shelf of photographs.

I called Hannah from outside the antique shop, but she didn't answer.

So I called again.

She answered the second time, but I only heard screams.

What was she saying?

Just when I was about to go into panic mode, I saw a figure across the street come toward

me, waving her arms.

They was Anna.

She told me that they were just about to order pizza from one of those places that has

a slice by the window.

You know those places that reheat them when you order them?

Not the best slices in town, but I was hungry.

And pizza was the quickest thing.

What did you get?

And I asked.

Some portraits.

I shot back.

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