A man with a hunched posture is walking towards me carrying one blue plastic bag. He continues to move as I ask my question. He has black hair that is thinning at the front and thick at the back. He looks at me quizzically through wire-rimmed glasses. I think he hasn't understood.
But then an answer. 'S.A.M.I.?' I ask. 'S.A.M.M.Y.' he corrects. He moves on.
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