( the sun is starting its mid-afternoon descent into the horizon by the time the door to b-sides swings open, the bell overhead ringing merrily to announce a new visitor during this slow period. who is this mysterious afternoon arrival? it's none other than kimberly hart, her hair and clothes still damp from a workout and over-sized pink headphones left to rest around her neck, looking particularly eager to explore the world of records.
she's surprisingly out of breath by the time she approaches the counter — for once, she's run around town, her own ride still left parked in its convenient garage space under the gentlemen's palace, and she's been running for a while by the looks of things.
spotting baby doesn't take more than a second of scanning the room, and kimberly's all too happy to make a beeline for him once she does. ) You, ( she starts, palms resting on the counter top for support as she tries to catch her breath, ) Are a difficult guy to find today.
I went to, like, three different places before here.
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she's surprisingly out of breath by the time she approaches the counter — for once, she's run around town, her own ride still left parked in its convenient garage space under the gentlemen's palace, and she's been running for a while by the looks of things.
spotting baby doesn't take more than a second of scanning the room, and kimberly's all too happy to make a beeline for him once she does. ) You, ( she starts, palms resting on the counter top for support as she tries to catch her breath, ) Are a difficult guy to find today.
I went to, like, three different places before here.