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Chapter 45
Camilla and her friend Julie were spending Sunday afternoon wandering around in old downtown. Most of the buildings in the area dated back to the late 1800's. On this brisk and dreary early autumn day they looked every bit of their age.
"Want to go in here?" Julie asked.
Camilla looked up at the building they were standing in front of. It was three stories high and made out of gray stone. She couldn't tell what its original purpose was. The sign on the front claimed it was a flea market.
"I don't know," Camilla hesitated. Something about the building gave her the creeps. From what she could see through the window she suspected it might actually have fleas.
"Oh, come on." Julie grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside.
"Hello, girls." They were greeted by an elderly woman with silvery hair. She looked pleasant, but at the same time eyed them suspiciously.
"Hello." Camilla replied. She was used to people looking at her that way and didn't
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