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The dishevelled old couple wander round the book shop café. They collect all the magazines they can find. Even approaching tables where people are sitting to remove them from the tables. The guy does the scavenging - excuse me, have you finished with this? Wary nods. She carries them, building up a fat pile of glossy paper. This way, he says, and they disappear into a back corner with their collection. As they do so the music that has been playing stops, and it gives the whole thing an air of significance, as though their actions made everyone go quiet and look.