The flea market
Megan shifted nervously from one foot to the other, her sneakers pressing against cracked pavement warmed by the rising sun. Around her, the flea market buzzed with energy—vendors shouting out deals, laughter bursting from groups, children tugging at parents. The mixture of voices was constant, almost overwhelming. Megan tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and glanced at her modest booth, wondering if anyone would actually pause long enough to notice her today.
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