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"It's game face time," Pierce said as we stopped at the first step leading up to the porch at the Pelican Bay bed-and-breakfast. The tall blue building loomed ahead of us with white trim and so many windows it looked as if it fell out of a historical romance novel.
I practically pictured a woman in full dress descending the steps, her skirts swaying around her feet. I had a basic understanding of history and realized that New England period dresses wouldn't resemble the same fashions they wore in the South of our country, but it didn't stop me from picturing a full Gone with the Wind experience as I stood in front of the tall blue building. It felt as if time stopped at those doors.
"Are you ready?" Pierce asked, grabbing my hand and squeezing it in a comfortable gesture.
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