The old seller paused, considering the woman’s offer. He knew times were tough, and every sale counted. But he also couldn’t afford to sell his eggs at such a low price and still make a profit. With a sigh, he decided to take a chance.
“Madam, I understand your offer, but I cannot sell the eggs for less than what they are worth,” the old man said, his voice tinged with regret.
The woman frowned, clearly disappointed. “But that’s all I can afford,” she protested.
The seller studied her for a moment, noting the worn clothes and tired lines etched into her face. He could see the strain of poverty weighing heavily upon her, and his heart went out to her.
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