I stood just inside the doorway of the shop, afraid to
move. It was a collection of surfaces and nails, covered in expensive plates. As
my parents browsed the wares, I was terrified that with a single movement I
would cause a cascade of plates that would end in a symphony of shattered
china. Well, that wasn’t the actual end. That was when my parents screamed at
me and paid the shop owners a considerable amount of money to compensate them
for the destruction I’d caused. My sigh of relief upon leaving was like a
five-one closing an orchestral masterpiece.
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