It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!
I take one look around and am immediately captivated by what I see. Chinese vases with fiery dragons enveloped around them, statues of the pharoahs in black stone, Turkish lamps with colored glass, decorations carved out in marble and copper and curious pieces of jewelry, all beckon to me.
“Hello!” I say to the proprietor to which he gives a grunt and a toothless smile.
“How much is that for?” I ask, pointing to the Chinese vase. When my husband went…
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