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Before the Bus Comes By Feral Sephrian Rainy market days were a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, Evan enjoyed the sound of the rain on the canopies set up over their market booth, and fewer people at the market in general meant it wasn’t so crowded. However, the From Fields to Jars booth had the most reliable dry shelter, which meant that everyone tended to congregate at their booth and take up space without buying anything. To make it seem like they weren’t just there to shelter from the weather, those customers also ate a lot of the free samples, which kept Evan and the other workers busy preparing more. What complicated this particular rainy day even further was the fact that it was the last weekend of the Southern Jackson County Farmers Market. It wasn’t as busy as some of the