Central location, no construction needed, a price I could afford. It seemed too good to be true
I beeped my car from down the block and smiled when I saw the letters of the personalized D-RAMA license plate my cousin Rikki had bought for me. It made me smile each time I got into my
car — and after yet another disastrous viewing with a real estate agent, I needed every reason to smile.
Looking for a storefront was hard. “No one warned me about this part of running a business!” I vented later that night.
“This new spot doesn’t work?” my mother asked.
I shook my head. “Way too small.”
“That’s a good problem,” she said. “Look how much you’ve grown.”
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