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IT WAS A NICE DAY, OVERALL. I had finally been in the comforts of a small lofty shop to remove my hat which kept my curls stuck in place, I had just finished pin my hair into bun when the older man who had allowed me to enter his sanctuary returned with a white mug and a welcoming smile.
He didn't say anything, Just placed the white, ceramic mug on the short wooden table I was seated at, It had probably been fifteen minutes since I had sat down in the unfamiliar loft, It was really quite, well put together and from the outside I would have never guessed it would have had everything you needed, but it did.
"It is tea." He smiled gently, tilting the cup towards my end of the table, I gave a small smile, "Thank you, Mr..." I silence myself, giving him chance to finish the sentence.
