sidered the possibility that he might never see home again—that he had become as much a wanderer as old Peddler Moon in the sky. od all the stuff’s the samego slow past the drawersall the stuff’s the same blahblah blah blah blah blahblah blah Blai “Ye frightened me,” Susan said, and then shook her head. How much of this is true and how much is myth no one knows for sure.
“For your father’s sake!”Sheemie somehow managed to keep the scream in. Not this time. “Susan, can I try something?”She gave him a smile. They were more important than ever now, because the source was gone.
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