I am the cause of his ill-usage. “I don’t understand. A pig, yes, a little. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their vans. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’ She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone.
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