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Marin was a man of simple, rigid habits. Every morning at exactly 7:45 AM, he entered "La Bujor," the small neighborhood grocery store. He would pick up a loaf of pâine neagră , a hundred grams of cașcaval , and a single tomato. He would then place the items on the worn metal scale, squint at the price, and approach the counter.

"Douăzeci și trei de lei și șaptezeci de bani," she said. cat costa cazierul

He walked outside and saw her across the street, sitting on a bus stop bench, holding a small cardboard box of her things: a chipped coffee mug, a photo of her grandson, and an abacus she used when the register broke. Marin was a man of simple, rigid habits

"Where is Elena?" Marin asked.

He crossed the street and sat down next to her. He would then place the items on the