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Despite the mysteriousness of the town, they have to have one. It's convenient.

Amelia walked up and down the aisles of the department store. Her hair tied in a low pony tail with her beanie pulled tightly over the top of her head, covering all the way to her forehead. Her eyes were heavily masked with mascara. She was wearing a baggy grey sweatshirt over a pair of faded blue jeans. Her red converses standing out.