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"
What
do
you
sell
?
"
"
Shit
,
"
says
Salim
.
"
Worthless
gewgaws
and
baubles
and
tourist
trinkets
.
Horrible
,
cheap
,
foolish
,
ugly
shit
.
"
The
taxi
driver
wrenches
the
wheel
to
the
right
,
swings
around
something
,
drives
on
.
Salim
wonders
how
he
can
see
to
drive
,
between
the
rain
,
the
night
,
and
the
thick
sunglasses
.
"
You
try
to
sell
shit
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
says
Salim
,
thrilled
and
horrified
that
he
has
spoken
the
truth
about
his
brother
-
in
-
law
’
s
samples
.
"
And
they
will
not
buy
it
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Strange
.
You
look
at
the
stores
here
,
that
is
all
they
sell
.
"
Salim
smiles
nervously
.
