Story #2

The top of his eyebrows showed signs of small drops of sweat. His hands held a mixture of sweat and dirt, and he wiped his face with the top of his hand. His eyes squinted against the sun, and then he looked at the marketplace, tried to catch the day`s smells. There he could feel Mrs Goodburdy`s well-loved casserole, and his eyes closed while his face smiled by the refreshing memories of the beautiful taste.

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