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How could it fall? He was crouching down, even though he moved forward a little to pull up his pants, he thought, did he remember pulling up his pants, his body moving forward, or was he imagining it? He saw the protruding tip of the comb on the way to the bathroom, but it was not enough to slip out of his pocket, maybe on the way he combed his hair and didn’t put it back properly, but he didn’t have that habit, he always combed his hair in the morning, not in a long-winded sort of way, he simply brushed his hair forward. He had bought the comb in the city a year earlier; the saleswoman didn’t have any change, so instinctively, without looking into his eyes, instead of a hundred drams, she put the comb in his hand. At that moment she was assisting a woman who was buying buckwheat and
