You coming from the bottom of the town and I toss the chariot with fruit coming your way as the peasant let it drop voluntarily in the slopy road, in order so I could go to save the new incomer; YOU! I block his way with my hand then ram the fruit chariot with my elbow, rage up and made it fall on the side. The fruits spread on the road and every one freeze. I yelled impatientiently: Grah! Who are you and why are you here? (...) I have enough... I can't properly receive new comers anymore!
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