Erin owned a boutique called Twig Zagging. She sold priceless twigs, one of a kind. On weekends she would spend hours in the forest searching for fragile, elegant, complex twigs for her inventory.
It was a mystery to her why she was struggling to make the rent. Why didn't others cherish these wooden jewels?
She considered branching out into branches, but they were mostly boring and clunky. You couldn't wear a branch around your neck or wrist.
Just when it seemed she might have to give up the shop, a tall, well dressed Englishman named Lawrence strutted in. He had heard about the place from her website. He smiled confidently and wandered around the shop, wordlessly pointing his ivory tipped walking stick at various gems encased in glass. He wound up buying $5000 worth of twigs.
Erin was so grateful she offered to cook him dinner. Lawrence winked and brought something out of his pocket. It was a plastic bag containing, he said, his recently removed kidney stones. Erin was charmed and flattered he would share former body elements with her.
The relationship moved quickly and they were married.
They renamed the shop Sticks and Stones and lived happily ever after.
See, not all my posts are negative.
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