[She's been in San Fran for a few years now, having followed the movement of flower children sometime in the 60s or 70s. And in all the time, her life has been quiet -- no other immortals, nothing. Just her, her apartment, and the bookstore.
But now...now she has a nagging feeling. And it just happens to coincide with the ringing of the bell above the door.]
Be right there!
[She slides the book she was holding into place before scurrying down the later and making her way towards the front.]
Welcome to City Lights. Can I he...Mama? [Could it...was this possible? After all these years...?]
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But now...now she has a nagging feeling. And it just happens to coincide with the ringing of the bell above the door.]
Be right there!
[She slides the book she was holding into place before scurrying down the later and making her way towards the front.]
Welcome to City Lights. Can I he...Mama? [Could it...was this possible? After all these years...?]