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[b]"You sound like my Pops."[/b] she laughed as John mentioned the artists he missed. Florence was more into the newer top of the billboards hits, but she could appreciate everything across the board. Her dad had wanted to bring her to Dollywood at one point in time, but the opportunity never came about. She wondered what a place like that would look like now, a graveyard of memories and good times. The roller coasters a mass of metal and carnage.

Taking John's words into consideration, Flo nodded as she looked up at the ceiling. The cracks ran through for miles and deep, as if breathing hard would push it to it's breaking point. She squatted down and looked in the places that most people would not bother going the extra mile for. A can of pinto beans, and a pack of tuna her splendor. Making a pout, Flo debated putting the tuna back, the smell of fish making her sick at just the thought. [b]"Beans, and stinky tuna."[/b] she called back extending her legs to a standing position. She dusted off her knees briefly picking the cans up and scooping them into her arms. 

Walking towards where John was, her eyes darted along the shelves and the ceiling.