Juanito wove nimbly amid the chaos of the fruit stand, rearranging piles of mangoes and replacing papayas as fast as customers picked them off. Don Isidro's right-hand man, he was an energetic yang to his patrón's fatigued yin, all infectious smile and easy laugh. As I said goodbye, his eyes compulsively darted back along the stall, and, with a hearty handshake and a "cuidate mucho güero", he was gone, reabsorbed into the chaos.
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