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MarketA market is a mechanism which allows people to trade, normally governed by the theory of supply and demand. Both general and specialised markets, where only one commodity is traded, exist. Markets work by placing many interested sellers in one place, thus making them easier to find for prospective buyers. An economy which relies primarily on interactions between buyers and sellers to allocate resources is known as a market economy in contrast to a command economy. The traditional market is a city square where traders set up stalls and buyers browse the merchandise. This kind of market is very old, and countless such markets are still in operation around the whole world. The Roman term, still in use in a related sense, is forum. In modern times, mainly after the invention of the electronic computer, markets are not always located in a physical space. Such virtual markets consist of communication paths where information exchange is easy and deals may be struck. A notable example of this is the international currency market. See also: Financial markets, Marketing
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and comfort them. Some budding instinct had sent the foolish fluff
with a gentle and sympathetic hand lifted the young inadequate back
said doubtfully, "but it do seem kinder to teach her hovering a
into 'em, but it comes easier to some than to others. I always feel
maternal instinct in these days, Mother," said the Doctor with. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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