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Word Count: 100
Relentless sun beat down on the roof of the cramped enclosure. How long could this heat last? Mopping sweat from her brow, she reminded herself she no longer had to endure incessant demands of an unreasonable ruler.
“‘I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.’”
“How much for this one?” A man pointed to a framed tricycle print.
“$30.00 plus tax.”
“Sold. My wife will love it.”
“Thank you for your business.”
As he walked away smiling, Rochelle grinned at Jan. “Another profitable day under the purple tent. This certainly beats punching a timeclock.”