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Anyway, I head to the market. Tondela’s market is always buzzing. You got the vendors shoutin’ about their fresh veggies, and the smell of grilled sardines wafting through the air. I’m dodging people left and right, trying to get to my favorite fruit stand. But then, bam! I bump into this old lady. She’s like, “Watch where you’re going, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m sorry, but you’re the one with the cart!”

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