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“Hi, I’m Destiny.”
A cute brunette girl, about twenty-years-old, stood in front of Lily with her hand extended.
“Lily, nice to meet you.”
“So, I know this is kinda weird or whatever,” Destiny continued, “but I was sitting over there and couldn’t help but notice your bag. I absolutely love it!”
Immediately Lily went into her long story, about her first time in Peru. She had spent a summer volunteering at an organic farm and homestead located in the Peruvian sss - about twenty miles outside of Iquitos. “Just east of the Andes,” she explained. “I used to sell our produce at a small farmers market and when I saw this bag, it was like the Universe knew I was the one for it.”
“That’s so far out,” Destiny said.
The two young women talked in the laid back hipster coffeehouse that Lily had
