The Bottle Shop

In my dusty old shop I would sell bottles, some empty and some full with the most magical and simple potions known to humanity. There would be a bottle for everyone and the supply would be endless ,so I would always have a bottle for anyone who wanted one.

Payment would be a little conversation and passing the day talking pleasantries and sharing stories of times gone by and hopes for the future.

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