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She has been there since five-thirty, because there is a lot to rebuild. Mr. Bae helped her sweep last night. Her supplier brought emergency stock at six this morning, shaking his head at the state of the display cases without asking questions. She has repotted what could be repotted. She has swept three times. The shop still smells like freesias beneath the sharper smell of broken things, and that is enough. That is something to work with. She is behind the counter when she hears the car. She