Megan’s booth
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The air smelled like fried food and old leather, and the morning sun already pressed heavy on her skin. Megan’s table was neatly arranged: baby clothes, rattles, colorful books, and a few toddler toys. Her stomach fluttered with nerves. She needed to clear this stuff out. But more than anything, she needed to sell that stroller.
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