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Post by Taylor Carrington on Jun 18, 2006 15:23:04 GMT -5
Taylor stepped into Zumiez with a grin on her face, the familiar pounding music surrounding her. It was dim inside the store, as usual. That was one thing she liked about the place; people couldn't really see what you were buying, and therefore give you critical looks. Not that she cared, most of the time. But not many people knew about Taylor's little obsession with shoes... and she planned to keep it that way.
A surly-looking teenager sat behind the counter, looking very bored. Tay felt a little sorry for him, but it was his fault for not having anything to do... If she worked here, she would be listening to her CD player, talking on the phone, eating, and possibly doing her nails. Taylor hated boredom; it was one of those things that she just couldn't stand. Like doing the dishes.
"What do you think of these?" Taylor asked the teenager behind the counter, holding up a pair of shoes. Hey, if she didn't talk to him, who would? Jumping, he gave a surprised sort of grunt.
Smiling, Tay turned back to the shoe rack. After a few minutes, she had gathered up several pairs of shoes, and set them on the counter. But she was still shopping. Turning around quickly, she found herself face-to-face with someone familiar.
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