The Art of Deception
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he asked, laughing.
I chuckled and said, "Well, you can't go wrong with a classic corndog."
Derek nodded enthusiastically and we walked over to the corndog stall. The vendor, a friendly old man with a bushy white mustache, greeted us with a warm smile.
"Welcome, welcome! Corndogs, funnel cakes, cotton candy - what can I get for you fine folks today?"
Derek grinned and said, "We'll take two corndogs, please!"
The vendor nodded and began expertly dipping the corndogs in a vat of hot oil. As we waited, Derek and I browsed the nearby stalls, taking in the colorful array of goods on offer.