Rewriting Other's Writing

The fammer's market had many beautiful fruits. It was on Santa Monica third street and Arizona blvd. I went to the farmer's market yesterday with my classmate. There were many people and shops to sell fruits and flowers. It was amazed to eat a sample of orange because it tasted fresh, juicy, and looked beautiful. However I did not buy it because if I bought the beautiful orange, I want to eat everyday. It means to spend money, and I will get fat. That was a reason why I stopped my mind. Actually, I want to eat the orange again.