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Recettear - An Item Shop's Tale

-----------------------THE GIRL'S TALE--------------------------

She was alone today, too.

Her father had left months ago, and she'd grown used to making meals alone.

At first she fretted about little things - wasting food, keeping beds clean - but she found it was easy to get used to living alone.

Terrifyingly easy.

Was she scared? Terrified? She didn't have anything to be afraid of, not in a big, safe city like this.

Maybe she was afraid of something less substantial... something called "loneliness".

Because she was so very alone.

As afraid as she was, there was nothing she could do about it.

How would you fight loneliness if you're all by yourself?

Was there anything that could be done?...

-----------------------THE FAIRY'S TALE--------------------------

The fairy simply went about her job as she always did - without passion or fire.

Her life was one of doing what she was told. Polite speech, insincere emotion, uninspired action.

These were the tools by which she survived.

She was never complimented for her work - why would she be?

Human society had no reason to see anything remarkable about a fairy which would serve them.

So she simply went about her job as she always did, never striving to be more than what she was, not even on her latest assignment...

-----------------------THE SHOP'S TALE--------------------------

And then, a knock at the door. And then, an open door.

What sort of tale will emerge from the meeting of the girl and the fairy?


-----------------------THE GIRL'S TALE--------------------------

She was alone today, too.

Her father had left months ago, and she'd grown used to making meals alone.

At first she fretted about little things - wasting food, keeping beds clean - but she found it was easy to get used to living alone.

Terrifyingly easy.

Was she scared? Terrified? She didn't have anything to be afraid of, not in a big, safe city like this.

Maybe she was afraid of something less substantial... something called "loneliness".

Because she was so very alone.

As afraid as she was, there was nothing she could do about it.

How would you fight loneliness if you're all by yourself?

Was there anything that could be done?...

-----------------------THE FAIRY'S TALE--------------------------

The fairy simply went about her job as she always did - without passion or fire.

Her life was one of doing what she was told. Polite speech, insincere emotion, uninspired action.

These were the tools by which she survived.

She was never complimented for her work - why would she be?

Human society had no reason to see anything remarkable about a fairy which would serve them.

So she simply went about her job as she always did, never striving to be more than what she was, not even on her latest assignment...

-----------------------THE SHOP'S TALE--------------------------

And then, a knock at the door. And then, an open door.

What sort of tale will emerge from the meeting of the girl and the fairy?


-----------------------THE GIRL'S TALE--------------------------

She was alone today, too.

Her father had left months ago, and she'd grown used to making meals alone.

At first she fretted about little things - wasting food, keeping beds clean - but she found it was easy to get used to living alone.

Terrifyingly easy.

Was she scared? Terrified? She didn't have anything to be afraid of, not in a big, safe city like this.

Maybe she was afraid of something less substantial... something called "loneliness".

Because she was so very alone.

As afraid as she was, there was nothing she could do about it.

How would you fight loneliness if you're all by yourself?

Was there anything that could be done?...

-----------------------THE FAIRY'S TALE--------------------------

The fairy simply went about her job as she always did - without passion or fire.

Her life was one of doing what she was told. Polite speech, insincere emotion, uninspired action.

These were the tools by which she survived.

She was never complimented for her work - why would she be?

Human society had no reason to see anything remarkable about a fairy which would serve them.

So she simply went about her job as she always did, never striving to be more than what she was, not even on her latest assignment...

-----------------------THE SHOP'S TALE--------------------------

And then, a knock at the door. And then, an open door.

What sort of tale will emerge from the meeting of the girl and the fairy?


-----------------------THE GIRL'S TALE--------------------------

She was alone today, too.

Her father had left months ago, and she'd grown used to making meals alone.

At first she fretted about little things - wasting food, keeping beds clean - but she found it was easy to get used to living alone.

Terrifyingly easy.

Was she scared? Terrified? She didn't have anything to be afraid of, not in a big, safe city like this.

Maybe she was afraid of something less substantial... something called "loneliness".

Because she was so very alone.

As afraid as she was, there was nothing she could do about it.

How would you fight loneliness if you're all by yourself?

Was there anything that could be done?...

-----------------------THE FAIRY'S TALE--------------------------

The fairy simply went about her job as she always did - without passion or fire.

Her life was one of doing what she was told. Polite speech, insincere emotion, uninspired action.

These were the tools by which she survived.

She was never complimented for her work - why would she be?

Human society had no reason to see anything remarkable about a fairy which would serve them.

So she simply went about her job as she always did, never striving to be more than what she was, not even on her latest assignment...

-----------------------THE SHOP'S TALE--------------------------

And then, a knock at the door. And then, an open door.

What sort of tale will emerge from the meeting of the girl and the fairy?


-----------------------THE GIRL'S TALE--------------------------

She was alone today, too.

Her father had left months ago, and she'd grown used to making meals alone.

At first she fretted about little things - wasting food, keeping beds clean - but she found it was easy to get used to living alone.

Terrifyingly easy.

Was she scared? Terrified? She didn't have anything to be afraid of, not in a big, safe city like this.

Maybe she was afraid of something less substantial... something called "loneliness".

Because she was so very alone.

As afraid as she was, there was nothing she could do about it.

How would you fight loneliness if you're all by yourself?

Was there anything that could be done?...

-----------------------THE FAIRY'S TALE--------------------------

The fairy simply went about her job as she always did - without passion or fire.

Her life was one of doing what she was told. Polite speech, insincere emotion, uninspired action.

These were the tools by which she survived.

She was never complimented for her work - why would she be?

Human society had no reason to see anything remarkable about a fairy which would serve them.

So she simply went about her job as she always did, never striving to be more than what she was, not even on her latest assignment...

-----------------------THE SHOP'S TALE--------------------------

And then, a knock at the door. And then, an open door.

What sort of tale will emerge from the meeting of the girl and the fairy?