Gothel’s morning stroll in the park was entertaining. She was chasing down birds and grabbing them so that she could sing to them even though they were squirming away. “beautiful wings, can you sing.” She said over and over. After doing that, she decided that she was going to tend to her store. Of course it was decorated beautifully with Christmas decorations, even though she didn’t particularly care for Christmas anymore. Her dress dragged on the cold damp ground and she pushed open the door. Cold damp air flooded her nostrils. She breathed in deeply because she loved the familiar smell. She strolled over to her baking area and started meddling with pots and pans. She wanted to bake her d̶i̶s̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ delicious pastries before c̶u̶s̶t̶o̶m̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶c̶a̶m̶e̶ new customers came to her store. Afterwards, she walked over to the front window to turn the sign over so that it read “Open” Instead of “Closed.” Even though Gothel rarely ever got customers, this routine of her’s made her days enjoyable. Otherwise she would be a bitter old woman ruminating over her past failures. She breathed in deeply and stood behind the counter humming a Christmas toon.
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