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Another one that I’m not sure will post properly, but here goes: we used to hide in the floral section, checking out the crafts stuff, but not really. It’s nothing poetic, and just a simple memory. We were there once, and we were children, spending a school lunchtime at a nearby department store. It’s nothing special, but I remember it. That was us. 

And now we’re apart.