The Mistress of Spices
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The store has been here for only onde year, but many people think thai it has always been here. Above the door are faded brown letter which say: SPICE BAZAR.I, too, look as if I have always been here. When customers enter, they see an old bent woman with skin the color of sand. The foods in my store remind them os India - the land most of them left behind when they came to America.They don't know the truth about me, of course. They don't know that I'm not really old - that this body is not reall
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