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Simon stood by a market stall, a pinch of tea held between his thumb and forefinger as he sniffed it. Frowned. And sniffed again.
When someone passed by, he said, "If I could have a moment of your time?" Then he offered he stuff to sniff. "Is that strong enough to clear your head, do you think?"
When someone passed by, he said, "If I could have a moment of your time?" Then he offered he stuff to sniff. "Is that strong enough to clear your head, do you think?"