Where are you my love? I can't see you, my dear. I have a wonderful new coat I wish to show you. It was sold to me by one of the cloth merchants in the bazaar. It has a guarantee that it will make the wearer impervious to harm. She was a little reluctant to sell it, tried to convince me it would bring me poor fortunes, but I managed to barter her down to only twenty shekels. Now nothing can hurt me. I have a wonderful golden shell around me. But where are you my love? I want to share this wonderful discovery with you. She is gone. No matter, I have my wonderful coat.
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