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The front door opens.
A little old lady wanders through -- with purpose, and with direction, and with a bamboo handbag over one wrist. She walks with her hands joined.
The surroundings are unfamiliar. She stops, she peers around through her overlarge bifocals.
"I've seen better," she pronounces, and wanders (with purpose, direction, and the handbag) straight to the bar.
A little old lady wanders through -- with purpose, and with direction, and with a bamboo handbag over one wrist. She walks with her hands joined.
The surroundings are unfamiliar. She stops, she peers around through her overlarge bifocals.
"I've seen better," she pronounces, and wanders (with purpose, direction, and the handbag) straight to the bar.