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... et frenzy, but she powered on undeterred.
Her plush lips already reddening from the first spicy onslaught, emerald eyes watering defiant as she darted stall-to-stall, high ponytail swishing with each impulsive grab.
At the chicken popcorn cart, the uncle dumped a heaping paper cone into her hands—golden nuggets crispy-battered, drowning in crimson chili flakes and black pepper dust that clung ferocious, oil-slicked and steaming.
She popped three at once, crunch exploding ...
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