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The Little Magic Shop

Fallon POV

Bruce and I step out of the hotel onto Royal Street. We are in the heart of the French Quarter. The music is coming at us from all directions. There are street performers dancing up the street. I have never seen so many different types of people. I watch them for a moment taking all of it into my soul.

People are dressed in costumes, posing in the streets for tourists. I understand why people come here. As we walk down the street toward the little magic shop, I close my eyes for a moment and let my heart listen to the music. I am in heaven.

"It's beautiful. I cannot believe what I am hearing and seeing," I say.

Bruce stops. "Not as beautiful as you," he says. He touches my chin and gives me a half smile.

I smile. I have been in New Orleans for maybe an hour, and I already feel peaceful and at home. The noise doesn't bother me. Bruce stops in front of a storefront that is boarded up and closed. His expression drops from happy to upset.

"This is it. But there is nothing h
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