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    At midday, o toeps, ing at t of any people. Stopping only at places t appeared to be empty, ed. tone ole armloads of fruit from a pear tree. Eace  sin, and ook far more t. I ed to abandon t ossed most of to to rot in took a clean, fres, and I ser for Speck. Luced one sock from a ;tradition.quot; . quot;tery of t;

    As dayligs slocer came tomobiles. e ed for sundoer t, ligs out. Good-nig goodnigo darkness like bubbles in a craying per midnigful bactlefield general, Igel studied time before  into treets.

    Years  looked torefront oy s to ot I could not pass by a single place  experiencing a flood of associations and memories. At tes of tin raised by a pom cionless candy cane in front of t back smells of cines and birture of creaming out by ts doubledoors, screaming for summer. For all ty, reets unsettled me  corners and straig of itive arcecture bore doions—StOP, EAt V—did not illuminate any mystery, but only left me indifferent to reading tant messages. At last, o our target.

    Luco a  seemed mucoo small and narro lookout until  click of t lock; airs to t. As ousled ly,  tine and Bosco, cereal in brigables, fruit, fis. Every neempted me, but Igel  allo;come  no; ttom roip, dipped it in tasted it.

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    ed the procedure.

    quot;orse ... sugar.quot;

    quot;t stuff ; Luchóg said.

    quot;Excuse me,quot; I interrupted, quot;but I can read.