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The first time it got me in its grip was on a Sunday afternoon in the tram. I'd got in at the Koningsplein. About three o'clock. I'd pushed my way through the crowds in the Leidsestraat. It was months since I'd been in a shopping street and the heavily laden fellow humans trudging next to me seemed like members of a different tribe.
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