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Brandon frowned and went on his way. He wasn’t sure if he had succeeded in his endeavor or not, but at least he had something to show for his efforts. Away from the eccentric shop owner, Brandon twisted and turned the box over in his hands. It was a normal rectangular box with just the few simple words Fortune Cookies written on the front with the number twelve in the lower right-hand corner. At least he had plenty of cookies to give to Vanessa, even if they were going to be this strange.
He got home just in time for dinner, and both his parents were eager to hear how his trip went, particularly his dad. Ryan had told his wife about the strange goings-on that happened to those who entered the store, so she knew the general details of the shop and its elderly owner.
“So is that pl
