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thirty six

- Can I help you? - came from the left quiet, but at the same time such a deep voice that goosebumps ran through my skin.

I winced a little and looked around. In front of me stood a woman with white hair and dark blue eyes. Moreover, when I say white, it does not mean gray-haired. They are white with such a slight sheen of metal. And even if there are barely noticeable wrinkles in the corners of the eyes, I can’t turn my tongue to call her old. She looks to be thirty or thirty-five years old. Looks up. Dressed in a strict dark brown dress, reaching to the ankles, with a white lace collar and cuffs.

- Ah, Tim is a magician, what helps the city?

- Oh, yes, ma'am...

- You can just Martha. I am the owner of the store. You don't see men very often.

- Well, we usually wear clothes until the fabric starts to fray.

She giggled.

- Yeah, that's right, that's right. Even my husband, despite the fact that I am the owner of a clothing store, himself prefers not to change clothes until they a