I drove to some Emporium store.. it was a strange place on the corner of a rather busy highway.. it almost looked like a costume store as the initial entry way was full of mannequins with fancy boas and dresses... but as you enter into the main floor it looked much like a library does with the card files that tell you where to find a book.. tons of those... but they were all fancy beads. One of the sales ladies came and spoke with me to tell me about the store and pointed out a rare mattress they had leaning up against the wall. She spoke to me in a way that it made me realize she thought I wasn't high class enough for this store.. and I really wasn't... I mean.. I'm not going to spend $100 on some rare bead that was made and hand painted.. just nothing of interest to me. But how could she know that just looking at me? - that was the frustrating part.
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I was house sitting.. but the odd thing was it was my own house.. the girl that Pat always had the hard time getting over showed up... it was startling how physically beautiful she was.. I wasn't sure her intention of being here.. Pat wasn't here.. wasn't going to be.. I got annoyed cause she was avoiding helping with any chores... using things at her whim and no thought to others... right before I woke up she said she was going to use the phone outside and instructed me to do something as if I was her maid.
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