He squashed the buttons into his pocket and went back to his room, he put them again on the table after he removed all that was on it from crust bread and some newspapers, he starts pondering at them again, but this time with a critic's eyes; I must find the beauty that that stupid saw in them, what interested him in worn-out coat buttons? What did he exactly see in them? Many questions kept him awake all night without being able to find answers for them!All Rights Reserved
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