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Calista? That's a really cool name. I should remember that one. I'm Isa.

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Hey! My name’s Calista. Who are you?

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Grimm's Book Shop

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Hello! Welcome to Grimm's book shop, how can I...

...um. H-how can I hep you?

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I just got a job at the book store near me!

It's called Grimm's and it's really cool.

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Um. Hi! Welcome to Grimm's Book Shop. Can I--how can I help you?

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Thanks! Erm...have a nice day?!

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Anyone know where I can get good coffee in town?

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Salisbury P...? Right. I'll pick up a map, then.

Thank you!

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Hello, hello. Something I can help you with?

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Um, I...I don't think so? Unless you know where the book shop is.

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Hello, hello. Something I can help you with?

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Oh. Um. Hello!

Is there something I can...help? Help you with, I mean.

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Isa blinks in surprise, looking up at the man beside her. "Yes, I suppose it is. Erm, remarkable, that is."

She looks him over, and her eyes widen. His aura is grey, but with flashes of white and gold. She's never seen anything like it before. Her mouth opens to ask what he is, but she snaps it shut. Don't be rude.

       { Museums were strange to him,

    Mostly because of the objects, he had seen used, remembered when such things were everyday objects, but even those rare, when they had been treasured and  u s e d.

                        Every object in the halls had [ life ] in them, slowly ebbing  a w a y.

         And there is a stranger,  w a l k i n g  through the halls.

                      And he glances at the object through the glass, a faint look of remembrance in his eye as it takes hold of his attention, standing beside the stranger. }

        — “It really is remarkable, isn’t it?                           How humanity has evolved.”

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Isa had been watching the woman for a while, talking herself out of going over to her. What would she say? 'Hi, miss, your aura's been looking a little dark'? So she sipped her tea, chewing her lip and watching the smoke-like tendrils weaving their way around the woman, growing darker and thinner. When her aura turned almost black, Isa felt herself get to her feet. This was getting serious. She swallowed hard, staring at the stranger in the distance, feeling like an idiot. Oh, what the hell. 

She made her way over to the woman--who she could now see was crying--and stopped a few feet in front of her, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The woman looked up, and made a little surprised noise.

"Um. Hi? I--" She takes a deep breath and starts over. "I couldn't help but notice--are you okay?" 

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Hearts were funny things. So easily broken by a single word or one scathing glance and it seemed to Molly that lately her feelings were capable of being hurt with the slightest provocation. She sniffed and rubbed the tears from her eyes as she sat in Regent’s Park, hoping that the serenity outside the city would calm her down.

“I don’t think I can do this much more,” she murmured, hands shaking as she looked down at her half-full coffee cup.

It had been almost a year since Sherlock’s “death” and Molly was finding it harder and harder to hold his secret inside. John had fallen into a deep depression after moving out of 221b, Lestrade blamed himself for Sherlock’s suicide, and while Mrs. Hudson kept a cheerful air, Molly could tell that she was hurting just as badly over the loss as the rest. Nothing seemed to be going right for the pathologist and she wondered if Sherlock had known the effects his ruse would have on everyone. 

Had he known how much suffering his friends would go through? Had he known how much of a weight it was on Molly’s shoulders? Had he known that John, of all people, would have yelled at her?

Molly’s fingers tightened around her cup as a shadow crossed over her. Startled, her attention pulled up to the stranger with a small squeak of surprise.

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Henry

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Best cat ever.

via PhotoToaster, using these settings.

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Sitting by a campfire with my dad.