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guess so. It's stuff like on TV tape, except real people do it right where you're at."
The guard chuckled. "You got it. Them folks're goin' to do a show at Civic Hall the next four days."
Cargy gazed speculatively at the show people as they loaded into ground-taxis and sped away. "I guess they'll go on to another planet right after that," he remarked.
"Yeah," said the guard.
Cargy began packing his stuff. He handed the guard two packs of his unsold fruit. "Here's for you and Bill," he said.
"You got a lot left over this time, ain't you?" the guard sympathized. "Let us pay you."
"Naw. You guys're friends, and I got money left from last time yet." Cargy said his goodbyes and moved away, drawing his wagon around the spaceport perimeter and into the Old Town section of the city.
A half hour brought him to Mrs. Tragg's Room and Board, an old brick dwelling showing numerous indications of decay. He pulled his wagon around