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walking hand in hand down the sidewalk, business men in suits talking on their cell phones.
    I see a parking spot up ahead and pull in easily. Parallel parking has never been my strength. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I had to parallel park.
    I’ve parked in front of a pharmacy, how convenient. A bell rings above my head as I open the door, and a female voice from across the room hollers “hello” as I enter. I turn to find the source of the voice, but can’t locate anyone.
    Grabbing a basket, I start my hunt for the basics. If my stuff is going to be arriving tomorrow, I won’t need much. I grab a few necessities for the shower, some deodorant, and a toothbrush. When I head to pay, I find the source of the voice that welcomed me when I walked in. She can’t be more that fourteen or fifteen years old, and it appears that she is running the store. After thanking her I drop my bag in the car and start down the sidewalk in search of a clothing store.
    The next block has exactly what I’m looking for. A thrift store catches my eye right away, two racks of clothing sitting on the sidewalk out front with no one attending them.
    There are a couple of girls looking through the racks and I join them. I pull a button-down shirt and a zip-up hoodie off the rack. Fall is going to be arriving in a few months and it’s been years since I’ve lived somewhere that celebrates the changing of the seasons. I’m going to need to invest in warmer clothing.
    After looking at every item on the racks, I make my way inside the store and stop dead in my tracks when I spot the cutest pair of cowboy boots I’ve ever seen. One of the girls that were outside holds them in her hands. The look on her face tells me that she’s debating whether or not to buy them. She pulls the price tag from inside the boot and flips it over. That made her decision for her. The boots go back on the rack she pulled them from and the girls make their way past me and out the front door.
    Trying to act natural, I walk over and pick up the boots she was just holding. I close my eyes and hope they’re my size. I could care less about the price, or the fact that someone else has worn them before me—they broke them in.
    Size seven. Perfect!
    Taking a seat on the bench behind me, I lay the clothes I’ve already picked up next to me and slip off my sandal. I look around for a bootie to slip over my foot, but I don’t see any. Hoping the boots have been sanitized, I slip my foot in one and then the other. As I stand, a smile breaks out across my face. They fit perfectly.
    Gathering all my items, I slip my sandals back on. I’m loving this store already and there’s so much more to check out. Aisle by aisle my hands grow fuller, my arms burning from the weight. By the time I finally make myself head to the cash register, the pain is almost unbearable. The girl behind the counter has been watching me for the last twenty minutes trying to carry all my items without dropping them. She’s still smirking at me as I place everything on the counter in front of her.
    “Did you find everything you were looking for?” Her words are laced with humor. She knows damn well that I tried to pick up a few things that I couldn’t handle with my arms full.
    “I found plenty for today, thank you,” I reply, pleased with myself.
    “Not from around here?” she asks as she begins scanning tags and folding clothes. Why is everyone asking me that question? “It’s the accent that gave you away.”
    “What accent?”
    “Exactly.” She giggles to herself as she keeps scanning my items.
    “Did you just move to town?”
    “Yeah. Actually my stuff won’t be here until tomorrow so I needed to pick up a few things in the meantime,” I say, gesturing to the pile growing smaller by the second.
    “Just a few things?” she asks, raising her eyebrow suspiciously.
    “For now.”
    She finishes ringing up my items and takes my credit card. She studies the card for a few