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While browsing at a flea market, digging through crates of old vinyl albums, you see a pretty lady and you can't place her, although there is something familiar about her. You're wracking your brain trying to recall where you know her. The sun hits her face just right and you realize it's Marla, the butcher at the local market. You e never seen her out of her crisp uniform and big apron, you never notice how shapely and pretty she is. You go over to say hi, remarking how she looks so different away from work. You tell her you were certain a movie star was slumming at the flea market.