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“So, today’s that day again,” Laila said and smiled when she entered the antique shop.

“That it is,” the antiquarian replied, beaming. He had gone to the barber to have his goatee neatly trimmed; was wearing his best blue suit, a white shirt with a starched collar, and a black tie with a gold pin; and had even rummaged around to find his walking cane with a carved bone lion’s head.

“I’d like to see the car that doesn’t stop when I raise it to cross the street,” he said, chuckling.