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It was a wet and sleepy Sunday morning in the city. Only a few cars rolled up and down the streets at this hour. Of course there are a few places that are up and ready to take on the day. One of those places was the 'Fluer De Grande' flower shop. A young lady could be seen dragging a large garbage bag out towards the back alley's dumpster. She heaved the thing in and leaned against the dumpster to regain her breath. Her long white hair was damp from the rain. 

A long sigh escaped her lips as her mind lingered on a reoccurring dream she had been having for the past few days. She was falling, no gliding among the tall buildings. It was terrifying yet thrilling at the same time. It was almost like the wind was playing with her. Picking her up and letting her fall over and over again. She had been having this dream for almost a week and they were all she could talk about to the people at work and her aunt who was the only family she ever knew. Now done with the trash, the girl went back into the shop and pulled her apron from the hook near the door. The embroidery over the chest read 'Elly' in silvery wispy lettering.

It was the weekend so she wouldn't need any help opening the shop that day. They hardly had any customers before noon so it allowed for her to get a lot of prep-work done. She had already swept the floors and threw out the old wilted plants that didn't sell along with the trimmings from dressing other plants. Now she had the task of tidying up, which was where she would meticulously comb over the displays to see if anything needed to be cleaned or adjusted. Once everything appeared to be in order, she slowly sat behind the bar with a large cup of coffee. There was something about Sunday mornings that was so relaxing to Elly, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. [/center]

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