The highstreet continued to struggle on even as online shopping continued to suck the lifeblood out of retail. Joe walked past rows of boarded-up windows - Argos, Sports Direct, the burnt-out remains of a Wilkinsons. The economy had killed them all.
In light of this, the high street had shrunk and innovated, offering less product, but more niche services and experiences. In the last few months a string of boutiques had opened up, along with a 3D printing workshop and a number of beauty salons capitalizing on the latest technologies. Signs advertising surgical procedures as casually as tattoo parlors used to offer tattoos adorned the frontage.
Joe meandered past the window displays. He was in a good mood, which made him feel bad. His Uncle had recently passed-away peacefully in a totally sweet jet-skiing accident and in his will had bestowed a small fraction of his wealth onto his nephew, which was now burning a hole in Joe's pocket. He knew he should invest it, use it to pay of his mortgage, but something compelled him to splurge. His Uncle would have wanted him to enjoy himself.
But first he was determined to find a present for Jessica to celebrate help her overcome her mourning.
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