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Newly Old Market

In a town of a place not too far from near, lays a market in a corner pocket hidden from most eyes and ears. The sign of location to this unmarked market of a place, is left difficult to see even when in your gasping face. The irony of this place is to which is sold, out with the new and in with the old. The vendors are mean and iceburg cold, so keep in line and do what your told. If they point an arrow of a finger your way, run straight home and don't stray.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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