The stroller
Parked squarely in the center of her booth was the stroller—her so-called “treasure.” It was a vintage model, shining with polished chrome wheels and a white body that seemed to catch and throw the sunlight like glass. Megan had bought it secondhand years ago, completely charmed by its old-fashioned design. Now it sat there like a centerpiece, waiting for a new family, almost too pristine and perfect to belong in such a noisy, cluttered market.
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