walking with yussef, who was wearing a white bubu outfit, it was 8:20 P.M. just outside the C.F.C.A., we were going to get a solani, yogurt in a bag. There was a guy across the street praying in the roadside mosque, but otherwise the street was pretty empty, it being the last prayer of the day. No taxis, the usual crowd near the food vendor, we were passing the biker-bar-next-door and i thought it was odd that this guy was stepping off the street up the curb towards me instead of making more room, and, ZIPPP with a quick yank, my wodabe designed purse that i got from mohammed's brother was gone. "Hey!" was all i could say and when yussef looked quizzically at me, he'd be peering into the bar i said, in english unhelpfully,
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