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Guy had the suspicion that it was one of those weekends - even though it wasn’t, as such, a weekend. People were acting oddly again. Well, Guy was having none of it. He was going to sit here, in front of the hut, on this cloth, to read his student’s essays and to taste the new batch of wine. It had all the promise to be a good batch. Sasan had said as much.