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    Under t ttaco its back are t bulbs, t in spite of t tricity suddenly ligs  tard fields sed in te afternoon.

    ure, s Kip’s body follo of s it. turned into a stone of silence in t. S August day—s on table in front of hunder.

    Sure not of pain but of o ig s voice among to ays like t and ts up and moves in a diagonal to, enters it, and closes thunder and she sees her arms darken.

    Kip emerges from tent o t eel ball in an arcade game, tairs teps at a time, ronomed, t of s against tical sections of stairs. S along tinues to sit at table in tc of s frozen and sorm light.

    ers tands at t of tient lies. hello, sapper.

    tock is against , its sling braced against riangled arm.

    side?

    Kip looks condemned, separate from turns and fires into tain, and ter explodes dust onto ts back so ts at to sries to control t.

    Put dohe gun, Kip.

    tops er dust in them.

    I sat at t of tened to you, Uncle. t mont, t older people taug knoering it, but in any case passing it beyond me to another.

    I greraditions from my country, but later, more often, from your country. Your fragile  oms and manners and books and prefects and reason someed t of tood for precise beed a teacup ied t in a tie I .