San Francisco is beautiful.
My feet lead me as I look around the small streets of the busy city. New York is the city that never sleeps but I would say this city could easily rival it. I’ve been around the area known as China town and into the small shops meant specifically for tourist looking for a good deal on cotton tee’s and postcards that they can send to their loved ones.
I stop at one when I find something worth buying, something my mother would always bring Brody and I when her and dad returned form their week long trips out of the country, a snow globe.
I’m currently shaking my snow globe when my phone buzzes in my pants pocket. Grabbing it and seeing Mick’s name on the collar ID, I find a small alley way and duck inside answering quickly, hating that I sound out of breath.
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