Having finally been enlisted into pulling his weight with the household chores, Ganymede is out in the garden, trying to pick off the last of the late summer berries before they rot or fall. It is, in his opinion, far too hot for this kind of word, but he dutifully drags his basket along behind as he travels down the bush. And he hasn't eaten that
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