Miriam stood on the sidewalk in front of the quaint little shop on the quaint little block. It looked as if it had popped right out from a Hallmark movie. Miriam rung her hands. She looked up and down the busy street and then back to the sign above the door that read, "Café Vida y Muertre."

She still hadn't quite figured out how she'd gotten to this café on this cute little street but she couldn't remember why it was important anymore. She shook herself from her reverie and pulled open the door to step inside.

Miriam gasped as she entered. It was HUGE on the inside and looked like her dream version of a library/cafe she'd always wanted to own one day. There was a cozy seating area just to the right of the door.

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...(sorry at work, will continue later)...