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“I sit in the corner and sell biscuits, recharge cards, hoodies and a few other things to the nuns at the monastery. I have been coming here for over 20 years. But my wife is not pleased. She tells me to find a corner at the town market where there are more people. She tells me and that climbing up to the monastery every morning with my sack of goods when there is very little profit is foolishness. Once, I attempted to leave but found myself back here again. I would see the nuns in my dreams. I could not sleep. So, I have decided that I am going to bring goods for the nuns for as long as I can. In the happiness of these nuns, I find peace. Someday, I might run out of business and might not have anything to bring for the nuns. But I know they will welcome me just like they do now. They know I come here to fill my heart and not my pocket.”