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“Kakek dan nenek menjual limun yang ditempatkan di krat-krat kayu lapuk. Limun yang Sadam sukai berwarna ungu. Rasanya seperti ada kepiting-kepiting kecil mencubiti tenggorokanmu, disusul rasa kegembiraan—tiap kau meneguk limun-limun itu.”

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