A few minutes later she had picked out the rest of the vegetables, the meat, the grain, the oil, a spice or two, and she went to the front. The ska-drek-a was ahead of her in line, her kesh-u all outside in the skimmer lot. Then it was her turn. She pushed her cart up and stopped. “Hi, I’m Kesh Jellia Kiladi,” she said and kissed stranger-to-stranger-from-afar since he was on the other side of his little counter and they couldn’t kiss. Then she reached into her pocket and got the coins out, staring at them and trying to read them. She should have studied this better!
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