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::the sounds of bottles clanking and the aroma of pies and meats fills the air::

hmmm looks a bit different but feels the same...

::the old man pulls from his cart a sign marked "Grampa Ranar's Kick-a-poo Joy Juice" and hangs it on the cart::

Step up, something for everyone, drinks on the house...

::smiling the old man leans back and lights up his pipe and wonders when his son Keelarr will arrive::