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My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. Hips tended to be the bane of Shari’s existence as she tried diet after diet to get rid of them. I almost wish we hadn't come. You say I know nothing.
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