Old gal wanders in and asks querulously,
"Where's the record store that used to be here?"
"They're one door down," I reply, gesturing in the appropriate direction.
"Where?"
"One door down, to the right- that way."
"Are they on this block?"
"Yes, they're one door down, that way."
"Across the street?"
"No, they're on this side of the street, one door down."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure- they're one door down, just past the cafe."
"OH!" surprised like. "Well, I must have missed them."
And off she wandered.
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