Woman Buys $2 Record At Thrift Store — Then The Cashier Tells Her To Listen To The Last Track

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Mara’s breath caught. The grey hair. The trembling hands. She described the long blue cardigan, and Paul’s eyes widened. “That’s exactly what she wore,” he said. “How could you possibly know that?” Mara realized, with a strange thrill, that the cashier and the woman who pressed the record were the same person.