Semi-charmed kind of life

Remi returned the smile warmly with a gentle nod. "I will indeed do that. And please, if you are ever in need of anything else, do not hesitate to ask." Glancing around at shelves which were already becoming quite full of random things he'd picked up and started to toy with, Remi meant what he said. If he wasn't careful he'd likely get a reputation for being a hoarder. Or worse, he might just bury himself in his shop and never be seen from again. "Well, I will not keep you any longer. I do appreciate your assistance. Having a door that closes properly is apparently more of a luxury than I had thought." So saying Remi began to move back behind the counter to fiddle with ... well, something that just looked like a tangle of string. ~FIN remi Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning And I find myself careening in places where I should not let me go