Conozco a un crier de los pescados del judo abajo en la calle del maxwell con una voz como un viento del norte que sopla sobre el stubble del maz en enero. l cuelga los arenques antes de los clientes anticipados que muestran una alegra idntica con la de bailar de Pavlowa. Su cara es la de un hombre terrible alegre vender los pescados, terrible alegre que el dios hizo los pescados, y a clientes a que l puede llamar sus mercancas, de un pushcart.
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