Yup. There are some days, when it's too hot, and my leg is aching too bad, and I have an allergy, and it's muddy, and I want to skip going to market. And then I think of Mandy, and Pat, and Casey, and that guy that always stops by to chat and never buys anything and I don't have a clue what his name is, and then I pick the berries, and harvest the peas, and pull the onions and head into the farmer's market.
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