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Fizz finished his slice at a speed that made three men stare. "I am small but mighty," he told them, proud and honest.
They thanked the tavern woman, left a coin on the table, and stepped back into the day. The light had shifted. The streets had different faces now. Work crews moved in groups. Students in gray coats changed course and flowed to a new lane. A baker propped his door with a broom and let out a long breath that smelled like sugar and heat.
