Wandering like the fool I am
June 14th 2008 It was cold. I needed something to keep my noggin warm. I heard that alpaca was one of the finest wools in the world.
“…es alpaca.” She said.
“Cuando es?”
“Treinta soleis.” She replied.
I took the hat and held it up to the sun like I knew what I was doing, squint my eyes as if to scrutinize the fibers.
“No. Es synthetico.” I said jokingly.
“Es alpaca.” She replied firml
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