Allison had never had the joy of furniture shopping for her own place. Well, her and her roommates place, but that was just semantics. She had lived at home her whole life, and even when living in an off campus apartment, it was furnished. Now, though, they lived in an apartment all their own, to decorate how they saw fit, and Allison was going to enjoy it. “Nat, what do you think of this?” She asked over her shoulder. They had wandered into a consignment shop, looking for the last few pieces to finish out their home. There was a walnut finished coffee table in front of her, a shelf underneath, the top stained with a few ringlets from damp cups being set directly on the top. “It’s got a little bit of water damage, but I think it’s cute. It gives it character.”
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