"Youth" Store!
Only the top of each car was engraved with a number, which looked like the year of birth.
1781, 1782, 1827, 1828, 1845, 1846, 1879, 1880,…
Rosabella never thought there would be a place like this in New London where she works and lives.
"Here, do you sell time?" Rosabella asked quietly.
If possible, she'd like to buy it, and she'd like to buy back her youth years, the time Louis didn't belong to anyone else, just her upper-class male student, in her eyes, alone.
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