The flower shop
Curiously, Kevin rose from the bench and wandered across the street into the small flower shop. The owner, a kind woman with gray hair and warm, gentle eyes, greeted him politely as he stepped in. She clearly had a clear view of the bus stop each morning. Kevin hesitated but eventually asked if she knew anything about the old man. Shaking her head, she explained he came often but never spoke to anyone.
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