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Naomi wandered in the market, Stalls overflowed with vibrant fruits and vegetables. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of exotic spices.

"Fresh oranges! Get your fresh oranges here!" a seller called out, his voice rising.

Naomi paused, examining the oranges. They were plump and juicy, promising a burst of sweetness. She reached into her pocket, feeling the meager coins she had left. With a sigh, she realized she didn't have any to buy this fruit.

As she turned away, her gaze fell upon a man struggling with a large crate. He looked up, catching her eye, and smiled.

"Could you lend me a hand?" he asked, his voice warm and friendly.

Naomi nodded, stepping forward to help. Together, they lifted the crate into a truck.

"Thank you," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "My name is Joe, by the way."

“Why is he telling me his name, did I ask him” Naomi said within.

"Naomi," she replied, faking a smile.

"Naomi, you look like you could use a bre
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