"Are you a tourist?", the lady beside me already carrying a loot of what I could only imagine was a fisherman's basket of yummy Sydney Fish market goodness said as she paused from her exchange with the lady woman-handling her fish. She was using almost all of her facial expression, eyebrows to point at a slab, her nose crinkled as if she could
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