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April 26, 2007
PART II

He stroked the watch-face for the last time, before handing it over to the watchmaker, grimacing at its new home in the display window. It was a fine antique watch, and he walked out £50 richer, having nothing to tell the time with, leaving it for someone elseís wrist. Breathing a sigh of relief, he entered another shop. Thank God, he thought, itís still here. Without any delay, he bought the last display set of ornate combs. Imagine, how pretty it would look in her long hair.

This, he thought to himself, would be her best Christmas present.