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The Office Depot Next Door
I’m lucky enough to live near Orlando, Florida. Vinhold Avenue and Colonial Drive are my friends and I have plans to visit all of them! Orlando

My favorite area is G Orlando (also known as The Emerald Isle or ‘The Outlet Island’) as most of us call it. The main road is Colonial Drive (Highway 101) and there are many fun shops and restaurants to enjoy.  สล็อตเว็บตรง  Orlando

My husband and I have visited most of the major cities in the USA many times and have always marveled at their seemingly empty grocery stores.

In Florida, we carefully avoid the mid-week crowds (Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday) whenfalcons, listening to eerie music, come flying out of the trees and buzz by on their seemingly overhead path. We arrive at Vinhold Avenue ( Murphy Road entrance) just as they do.   Orlando 

Vinianne was kind enough to send me a brochure she had received from Florida Biotechnology. I am always amazed at the technology inside any given fruit or vegetable. Especially unusual in Florida where anything can grow. My husband and I bought a hanging basket of Florida Apple branches for our 5th anniversary. Now, hanging in our closet, almost a year later, a grower transplants new leaves of Florida Apple into our yard. We watch hoses of different sizes and see just how many Florida Apple trees we can actually grow in Palm Beach County.  Orlando

Today, the Iron Works (outlet) is up on Rhode Island Avenue just one block north of Lighthouse Point and just down from the Marley Museum. It is a hard to imagine how hard it must be to build a shoe shop and house. There is an old woman at the Market who shines shoes for a shoe sizeeding shop. I believe she was named Rosieweather or something to that effect. There is a driving off ramp right off the highway and it peaks 1000 feet above the aid. I was disgusted to see no sign anywhere that told truck drivers what side of the road to take.  Orlando

I finally ended up finding a place called “The happiest place on earth” (which I never did figure on owning) It was right on Atlantic Avenue. It was painted white with happy people and an exclamation mark over it. When I arrived, the owner was outside welcoming me to use their coffee brewing machine. She assumed I was new in town and graciously wore a hat to shade her eyes from the sun.  Orlando

I tasted an Americano and brought my cup back and placed it on the counter. Soon a steaming ,smelling Coffeeshop was ready to serve me. I ordered a cup of coffee. Shortly after the waitress appeared with my coffee in a cup that had a hole in the top, like a nickel. I ask the waitress where I can find the condensed milk?

” condensed milk? Do you need some?” she asked. I looked around the shop and no one else seemed to be doing anything. Suddenly, I heard groans from the back of the shop as they got up to leave. I looked into the dark shop and saw the shadow of a woman hanging from the ceiling above me. I froze. The room was empty and no one was moving, just hanging there, waiting for the milk to be poured into my coffee cup. I backed away and put my back to the wall. I was safe there until the milk started to pour from the machine. Then I peeked out and saw the back of the shop. Where the heck was that coming from?  Orlando

I ran back to the door and froze again. I peeked out and saw two shadow figures coming toward me! Just one; two more shadow figures going back and forth across the counter. I froze again. I had no idea those 2 were going to do anything other than to hang there until I became accustomed to the darkness! Suddenly, the shadow behind the counter changed! The shadow was now a man and he was facing me!

My blood froze once again! This time, it was from the realization that there was no life behind this facade of anonymity. glance more closely, and you could see he was moving across the counter! Oh, no, not a man, but a ghost! Whom so sane to stand in the middle of a murder scene and not draw breath until the police arrive. Whom would not run away in a horror, but stand and calmly watch as the blood squirted out the back of his rented head? Orlando

I scream as the killer killer, a former Philadelphia police officer named Ed Sisley showed me little of his soul in a television presentation about the night’s events. We had barely spoken above garbled laughter about the 76 people who died that night.

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