I still don't know what that place was.
Like a flower shop that sold vintage kitchen utensils and incredible little notebooks, mixed with stuffed animals and a giant giraffe, hidden away in a warehouse that was kind of like a garage but merely a discreet opening in the wall from the street.
It was what I would imagine heaven as, for a gay antique dealer with a passion for rare lilies and exclusive silver.
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