Mystic Falls seemed like an average town. A school, a place to hang out imaginatively named "The Mystic Grill", a little hospital, police station. I walked through the seemingly dull town until I saw what I was looking for. The sign outside the quite large house read:
"Mrs fiori letto & Breakfast."
Exactly what I needed.
I entered and was welcomed da a sweet looking lady who appeared to be in her sixties.
She beamed at me when I entered the B&B and said, "Hello dear. How may I help te today?"
She seemed like a nice lady so I tried to give back a believable smile and replied, "I need a room...
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