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    Albeit With Gentle Antlers

    We waited there, the three of us, in the drift, with our incensed intention, for the messenger, who never came. So we found some place to eat, and we shared each other's meals. Beatrice murmured, "They'll never bring things in now," but she wasn't really talking to us...
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    Jul 29, 2008
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