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OR ALL THE SEAS WITH OYSTERS Avram Davidson When the man came in to the F O Bike Shop, Oscar greeted him with a hearty “Hi, there!” Then, as he looked closer at the middle-aged visitor with the eyeglasses and business suit, his forehead creased and he began to snap his thick fingers. “Oh, say, I know you,” he muttered. “Mr.—um—name’s on the tip of my tongue, doggone it…” Oscar was a barrel-chested fellow. He had orange hair. ‘Why, sure you do,“ the man said. There was a Lion’s emblem in his lapel. ”Remember, you sold me a girl’s bicy