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The laughter around me was deafening, like a chorus of hyenas, as I tried to collect myself from the chaos of squashed tomatoes and embarrassment. The vendor, who was a short, rotund man with an obviously unstable temper and a thick Castilian accent, wasn't letting up.
"¡Maldita sea! Look what you've done!" he shouted, shaking his fists at me. His face was as red as his ruined tomatoes. "You think these grew themselves? You think I work all day for this mess? No, no, se ...
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