Sunday, 28. june 2009
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/06
/Juni
/2009
17:01
Not from no place nearby, neither.” Tuf finished his pie in three neat bites, and cleaned his greasy fingers on a napkin. “You belabor the obvious, sir,” he said. He held up a long, callused
finger. “Another,” he said. Rebuffed, the vendor fetched out another pie without further observations, letting Tuf eat in relative peace. As he savored the flaky crust and tartness within, Tuf
studied the milling fairgoers, the rows of vendors’ booths,