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“Avast,” cried the child from the next aisle over. “Avast, matey!”
“Stay close,” I said as I picked through the black pleather boots on sale. Looking for my size in something without a 3 inch heel.
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The child ran over, tugging on my arm with excitement. “I found a pirate.”