CHAPTER 12
said Blomma, quot;for o be cicing to be mot;
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S me, tness no takes so long.quot;
Indeed it did. For for decades suffered most. truly misc tony by creating trouble, solving imaginary problems, or by pursuing an enterprise t, on t t decade in camp digging an elaborate system of tunnels and underground ection. Béka, t in line, ant proo catcing female and drag o the bushes.
Ragno and Zanzara attempted to cultivate grapes nearly every spring in ed mased every enric, t sun, mites and spiders and insects invaded, and my friends , t and meander along trellis Ragno , but never a grape in all tember, tore dos, only to begin again ed in tinued failures. opped digging and leaned against t spade.
quot; o taste it again.quot;
quot;But surely you could steal a bottle or to;
quot;My papa gre to be patient ;
I passed mucime augo fell A tree and not be crusry and prap, to catc. But my favorite days of all hdays.
I still kept my calendar and ente fell on a Saturday, and Speck invited me to go to to spend t quietly reading togetransformed. Dozens of small candles suffused t of t from a campfire under tars. Near t trances, and t of bread and c ttle boiled cea in our cups.
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quot;today is your birto all t;
At odd times t evening, I ext to c and sray lock from in front of urbed me; I did not get to read many sentences more te t nigead of tled into ing t to last. Most of ter candles our time was nearl