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located in Verona, Pennsylvania, a part of All The World's A Stage, one of the many universes on RPG.

Verona, Pennsylvania



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Paris held a steady gaze on the girl handing out flowers through the finder of his Canon. He had a perfect shot from the bench across the street. His finger pushed the button halfway down, blurring and bringing into focus the vivid sunset colors of the roses. The shutter clicked just as a man bustled past her. Checking the image playback, he knew exactly what he would do with the image when he got the chance: paint the man and the background, outline flower girl in gold. When he looked up from the display screen, flower girl was gone, a colorful pile left in her place.

He didn't look either way as he crossed the street to the roses, trusting that even if a car showed up it would stop for him. He had noticed that the street didn't seem to get a lot of automobile traffic. Instead, the people of Verona tended to walk as far as Paris had observed. Written on the paper tag of an orange rose he picked out of the pile was an announcement for one of those pretentious small town festivals that popped up in every little village that had any semblance of a history and buildings with ivy on them.

Still, he thought, food.

He resolved himself to go, even if only to scope out the scene and the people before the photograph competition.