It was four-forty-five in the vicinity of the department store; and the mad last-minute shoppers, fulfilling their duties to society and themselves, rushed violently through the place like chicken-hungry-barracuda-dervishes-with-their-heads-cut-off, and a small voice spoke from inside, or very close to, my head:
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