The Naming Emporium
In the heart of a bustling metropolis, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and the streets buzzed with the symphony of urban life, there was a peculiar little shop that sold nothing but names. “The Naming Emporium,” read the sign in looping cursive, a place where expectant parents came when they desired a name as unique as a snowflake in a storm.
Martha …
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