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I order a dozen stamps at the post office counter and then Melanie and I walk off to stick them while the Lad pays.
“Always the same, eh?” the post office man commiserates. “Ze woman orders, ze man pays.”
“Indeed,” says the Lad.
“A woman in Paris,” says the post office man, lost in a private and gloomy memory, “ees a disastair.”
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