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was already crowded by consumers. One would easily identify the people who were now bargaining with the sellers in the market for their offered price for the chosen goods they were planning to buy. The place was filled with either loud voices of people talking with each other or people carrying the supplies they had bought towards their carriages or even stray dogs who were barking continuously because of the people they had sensed to be strangers. It was a good thing that she had her own chosen seller. In this way, she would not be trapped in this congested marketplace. She fastened her phase because she had to come back to their cafeteria before their opening hours, so they would still have the time to prepare for the whole busy day they would have. She really had to go to Mr. Hawkins
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