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Alyssa wanders the street, checking out shops. She hasn't fully explored this street yet; it was a long walk from her old dorm, but it's closer to her new off-campus apartment, and she knows it's a favorite spot of the older students because it's where all the bars are.
So far, she's acquired some pretty rocks—she doesn't buy the saleswoman's claim of healing powers, but they'll look very nice on her windowsill anyway—and been tempted by some clothes in a thrift shop but ultimately failed to find anything both in her aesthetic and sufficiently well-fitting. She's keeping her eyes peeled for any other stores that look cool or interesting.
