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We have a small shop in the middle of our village. 

The shop opens early in the morning and closes late in the evening. 

I run to it for biscuits and chocolates when I have a little money. 

It is a noisy place. 

Men, women, and children gather at the shop to buy rice, pulses, sugar, tea, kerosene, matchboxes, and many other useful things. 

The articles are collected from the village market or nearby towns. 

They are kept in tins, bags, and earthen pots. 

The shopkeeper sits at the door and sells his goods.

 He uses scales, weights, and measures. 

The villagers trust him.