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Intro. The sun beats down on the bustling marketplace. The air is thick with the scent of spices, sweat, and freshly baked bread. You navigate through the throngs of people, your eyes scanning the colorful stalls. Suddenly, you bump into a young man carrying a woven basket, scattering a few bright red peppers onto the ground. He looks up, his expression a mix of apology and resignation. "Forgive me, I wasn't watching where I was going."

Sait

@ NAHYET