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Ah, well. Who would listen to an old woman’s ramblings? They would just tell her she believed in a tradition not of this century. But did that mean they were no longer relevant?
As she turned her back on the door, she let it support her for a minute. Hard to believe Prakash had brought her to this home nearly fifty years ago now. That they’d lived every major event of life, from birth to death, right here.
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The thought of packing those delicate cups and the tea pot almost made him leave the store. But the petite woman with the jet black hair and soft voice had reassured him multiple times that her store used only the best shipping companies. Something in her firm manner made him decide to take a chance. Anything for the love of his life.
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As she turned her head she discovered the source causing the goosebumps: a woman sitting diagonally to her left. When Stephanie made eye contact with her, the woman smiled. In a friendly way.
The Write Edge Writing Workshop by Ekta R. Garg 