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lot's of gifts for such occations"
Mrs Jenkins scanned the undescribable mess of aniques and other things. She gave the mysterious shop owner a confussed look, but he gave her a michevous grin in return.
"Follow me", He said, gesturing towards a crimson red door. He turned and and strided towards the door, the tapping of the cane followed his footsteps. Mrs Jenkins came scuttling after him. The room past the door was completely different from the entrance. Fancy vaces, all in different shapes and sizes, old toys but cleaner and fixed and mirrors large and small. But there was a strange aura in the air. Almost as if there was more than just aniques, something no human should have in their attic.
"Unique toys for children of all ages, old dress for woman and novels, big and small for smart men, gifts for people at birthdays, chirstmas and anniverseries", He spoke proudly as if that was slogan of the shop.
Mrs Jenkins saw nothing of her husbends likings, he adored books but none of them were her husbands intrest.
"I'm sorry sir", she said, "But there is nothing my husbend would like".
He gave her the same mischevous grin as if he knew she was going to say that.
"Fortunatly, he said slyly." I always have a last resort".
He strode towards a golden rope, dangling near a royal blue curtain, then he pulled the rope and the curtains parted. It revealed a wonderful gifted. By the top of her voice she cried.
"Oh I love it!"
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