Small Town

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The car slowed to a stop by the roadside stand, and the driver got out to take a look. "These all your pictures?" he said. "It's nice work. Surprised you don't try getting a showing in some big gallery or something."

The woman behind the counter smiled, her purple hair shining in the sun. "I get all the customers I need coming down the road," she said. "And folks around here, well...they know just how to make you want to stick around a spell."

THE END