"You can count on me!" Amy pulled out some money from her pocket and placed it on the table with a smile. Amy hardly noticed when everything stopped, and then looked behind her at the people staring out through the dusty windows, and the strange wagon blocking up the street.
"Uhm... keep the change..." Amy said pulling the bags off the table and carrying them with her left forearm. The special bag was cradled in her right arm, and her hand fidgeted the bottom of it. Truth be told, she was trying to feel what it was in the bag. The curiosity was definitely taking hold of her by the ominous way Marley presented it. Amy stood next to another store goer and watched as a strange, but familiar man danced atop the wagon like a goof. In his hands were those same bubbling tonics that were in the shop.
"Is that the fella AJ?" Amy whispered to herself to no one in particular as she pushed up her hat with her shoulder.
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