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Viewed from the shop doorway, despite his haphazard zigging, and seemingly aimless zagging, the shabby-looking stranger was surely heading for Señor Alvarez’s mini-mercado. Almost in the single-minded manner of an ancient bloodhound on the trail of a half-forgotten, but much-loved sausage, to the grocer’s well-trained eye.
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