I felt the old woman's eyes fastened on me, ice-cream scooping into my soul and digging up secrets even I had forgotten. I didn't dare look over, but I knew exactly what she looked like: head wrapped in a pale blue shawl, the cliff of the nose, the rivers of age running every direction. And she wouldn't stop staring...

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