Unexpected Returns

He was rude to me when I first saw him, which is one of the reasons I remembered him. The other was that he was drop-dead gorgeous. 

This was in the souk (Arab market) in the Muslim Quarter of the Old City, one dull Saturday morning, and I was shopping for a Quran. Not some paperback English translation, but something really nice, an ornate Arabic copy I could display in my office at home. I also needed it for a few of my Arabic classes. I found the sort of shop I was looking for

unexpected returns

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