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JAX
We exited the restaurant after lunch, and I opened the passenger door for her and strapped her in.
I drove slowly down the mountain into town and asked, “What do you think of strolling around town for a bit?”
The stores in the Victorian village of Briarville always reminded me of something you’d find on a bakery shelf. Painted with cheerful colors, each of the Victorian facades was unique but blended together picturesquely.
“Sure,” she said. “I love window shopping and strolling through the shops of our town.”
The first place we stopped was the general mercantile. I walked over to the rows of large, old-fashioned jars holding penny candy. I raised an eyebrow and pointed at the gummy section. “How is your supply, little girl? Do we need to replenish it?”
“You know me so well,”
