Please Note: this is 100% fiction!
When my friend, Shannon, told me she wanted me to have the shop, I didn’t think it meant literally. I can’t own this shop. I don’t know the first thing about owning anything. I don’t own a house, I don’t even own a car, for crying out loud.
“My aunt left it to me when she died.” Shannon said when I asked her why. “She was loaded, millions just sitting there in a collection of banks and now I am, too. So why should I work?”
She has a good point but what does one do with a fabric shop?
(100 words)


Very good story idea Yinglan.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome
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Money laundering, I suspect
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😄😄😄
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i enjoyed the idea of an inheritance, pure fabrication.
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I like that idea, too, just in my dreams. 😄
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In her situation, I’d ask the same question! Nice one, Yinglan.
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I would ask the same question, too. Thank you. 🙂
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Sounds like a great new adventure! A lovely story.
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Thank you.
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Oh boy, the adventure begins. I hope she enjoys it.
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I hope so, too.
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I think it would take a lot of work to get up to speed on running a fabric shop.
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I agree.
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Sell, maybe? Or learn to sew?
Thoughtful story.
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I think she’ll have to learn to run a business.
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