Chapter 37:
Tales from Beletrie
The mudflats waved at me before a hill, Calypso tried her best and managed to take us to the harbor, crowds of stalls busy fetching and carrying us, the venee.
Peeking behind the stall, he waved warmly at me again,
“Do you remember me?”
“I grew up with you, Otto.”
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