Nino took the gifts politely, then placed them under her counter. She didn’t wear the shoes (they hurt). She didn’t use the phone (she had no one to call except her mother). And the perfume gave her a headache. And the ferris wheel turned, the walnuts hung
Zura’s face flushed. “Why? What does he have?” He pointed at Giorgi. “A box of broken radios? A future in a damp stall?”
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