After we left Larry's this morning, we stopped for coffee in what looked to be a quaint coffee shop in a little village. It was empty except for a couple playing crib, he in his pajamas and she, in a dirty, oversized T-shirt. We looked around for someone who could help us and realized that they were the owners. Scratching herself, she finally got up and poured us each a cup of weak coffee to go. "What do you think of these colours?", she asked, holding up a scarf that she had been crocheting. "They're nice", I lied. There was a mishmash of many colours. "People give me their leftover yarn", she said. "I have enough to last till I'm 300." As we left, we heard her smokey cackle behind us and we decided that the
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