We visited the street market in May, which had the hottest climate, with a bright, shiny sun. The sweaty droplets of the water rolled over my chubby cheeks to the soft skin on my body. People argue and make great deals with each other for fresh, organic fruits and veggies. The dark red tomatoes were all rotten. The masks and the leaves of the leafy vegetables were thrown on the road. People carried their jute bags that were filled to the top of their arms. As I walked ahead, I could breathe into the fragrance of the incense stick, that tickled my nose. The street dogs were very very thirsty, and they fainted on the road.
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