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... e village lane as Noel wheeled his bike toward the front gate.
The woven baskets on either side bulged with fresh produce, jars of jam, packets of dried herbs, and what looked suspiciously like a half-knit scarf tucked under a bunch of green onions.
"Careful with that one!" his grandmother called from the porch, pointing at the larger basket. "The mangoes are ripe—they’ll bruise easy if you ride like a mad dog."
"I’m not a mad dog, Grandma," Noel muttered, chuckling as he ...
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