Every morning a man comes down our street shouting something unintelligible like "EEEERRP!" He is pushing a flat bed wheelbarrow type thing, with his wares on it. Presumably we can all look out our windows and see if we want what he's selling. The first day we saw him he had a vacuum cleaner and some wood. Yesterday he had an iron and a pair of gloves. Today he had a piece of rope and two pieces of metal.
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