I check my watch.
It was 8'o clock at night.
I cover myself from the long loose coat that hangs below my knees. I slowly walk out of the house and straighten my scarf on the head. I release a breath which comes out as a smoke.
"Okay... Let's do it."
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"I am asking you if you have the old stack of newspapers!" I shout at the shopkeeper for the fourth time.
"Huh?" He gives me the same blank look for the fourth time again.
"You are getting on my nerves old man. It's against my culture to be disrespectful to you so you should start being nice to me." I glare at him.
"Huh?"
"Where is that lady who used to read all the time while sitting here?!"
"Huh?"
"I... Need to find... The lady... Who used to... Work here?" I try to explain him with hand gestures but he just scratches his head in confusion like I was some crazy person.
"Who... Put you... To this... Job?" He again scratches his head.
