It's starting to rain, I won't get to the market. The pain is much, I won't get to the market with it. And then the mother asked the son, "What happened to your feet?" You'll carry it, and go to the market.— The mother said again. The son insisted on staying, and the mother persisted on letting him go. As there's none at the time to go and get it.
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