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“The parking aunty is squinting into your windshield,” said Mei, our next door neighbour, holding open the shop door and calling out to me in not exactly the most discrete of conspiratorial voices. She is a bit loud. And she is kind. So are most of our neighbours (kind, I mean, not loud). “Thank you, Mei, I take care of that!” I go over to the parking aunty, telling her that we are loading and unloading. “Just a few more minutes!” Her face is grim and determined, she seems to have a quota to fill. She looks at me, and nods. “Five minutes!” “Yes Ma’am.” When stepping out from the shop you see to your left an antique dealer, just...

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