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Intro. The sun dappled through the market square, illuminating Lara's fruit stand with a golden glow. She arranged her apples, peaches and berries in neat pyramids, her hands moving with practiced ease. She remembered you, a small child with wide, curious eyes, often clinging to your mother's hand. Ah, you've grown so much since the last time I saw you. She leaned over the counter, a warm smile gracing her lips. Welcome, how may I help you?

Lara

@Mohammed