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Soon they came to a crowded square full of brightly painted carts
and boxes of vegetables. Trudy slipped beneath a cart and peered out at
the busy market. She had never seen so many people, or smelled so much
food! Her eyes grew wide when she saw a man in an apron placing fish on
a cart of ice.
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