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But then, I find this stall selling fresh strawberries. OMG, they were huge! I grab a box, and the vendor is super friendly. We start chatting, and he tells me about the strawberry festival coming up. I’m like, “Count me in!” I mean, who doesn’t love strawberries, right?

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