Melou, wearing his usual look of utter woe, is picking huckleberries on the edge of the woods. He remembered a basket this time, and is working steadily, his fingers a little sticky from accidentally squashed berries
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"Hi." It's a girl, a girl about Miranda's age in jeans and a sleeveless shirt, sitting crosslegged by the bushes with a book and a bottle of water. She offers a slightly wry smile.
"Yeah." Nita never had any doubt that he would! "So that's what I've been doing. It's no skin off their roots, really, except that they'll probably be slower next year. I told them I'd make sure the seeds got planted, though."
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"Then--can you only ask things to grow stronger, but not to grow in a way other than they are?"
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"I understand!" he says, smiling because he is pretty sure he does.
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See, because now he has to worry about offending the berries, as well.
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