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For some reason, literally before entering the store, I slowed down. Something was wrong. As if, instinctively, something inside me was telling me not to go in. I stopped. And then I realized why I felt like that. The last time I went into this store the sign at the entrance was unclear because I didn't know Italian, but now, somehow, without any difficulty, I was able to read the text: 'Bianchi's House: Antiques and Oddities Store.'

"It's different," I muttered, confused, and then glanced around, noticing that now all the inscriptions around me seemed legible, and I understood what the people passing by were saying. I felt a shiver run down my spine. 'What the hell?!' and taking deep breaths, trying to calm down, I entered the store with difficulty opening the heavy door, which in the morning seemed so light to me.

"Welcome to the Bianchi's House! What does such a beauty want to buy? You are welcome here, beautiful lady!" from these words, I involuntarily smiled, realizing that the seller was addressing me. I noticed him and he was exactly the same as before: old, ugly, with a large beard, but now his smile seemed warm and friendly. "Are you looking for a gift for your husband or boyfriend?"

'Husband, what an idiot,' I thought, frowning, but, again, something inside of me, as if automatically, made me smile.

"Hello, sir," I said in the sweetest voice, "you may not recognize me, but I was here this morning, I was with a woman named Sarah... She... well, she made a strange deal with you..."

"Sarah? Strange deal? No, I don't remember, beautiful lady," the seller replied, shaking his head. "I'm sure I would have remembered such a beauty as you!"

"Sir, I'm not joking, it's important," I know his words were meant to make me angry and they did, but, again, I couldn't stop myself and giggled. "Uh... excuse me... well, it was this morning and we bought a statue... And... Well, I'm a guy, I was a guy then..."

"A beautiful girl like you, a guy? It's a terrible mistake!" the seller exclaimed. "A beautiful girl like you must have a husband and a big family!"

'What the hell is he talking about?! If only I could at least speak to him more menacingly, but damn no! After all, a decent girl shouldn't even behave like that... wait, what?! What am I thinking about!? Why do I suddenly want to be a decent girl?!'