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... et. The smell here was strong, and there were often muddy puddles on the ground, with a fishy odor wafting up, making people nauseous.
Beisitian walked around and bought three native chicken chicks—one rooster and two hens. She didn’t buy too many, fearing that carrying so much might attract attention, because she also bought a free-range chicken intended to be stewed for soup at home.
Beisitian looked at the live fish and decided to buy them next time, as she couldn’t carry too ...
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