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In the Kiosk the smell of the newspaper blends with the perfume coming through the door of the adjacent kitchen.

Today she sits on the porch, a table and a couple of chairs, one for her, one for the passer-by.

The Sphinx guarding the village entrance has a question for everyone.

The price for the wrong answer... to buy a ticket for the local sweepstake.

Dina 

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