Except I'd have to see you, she thought. She almost regretted having notified them. He's young and innocent, Augustus said. It was true the boy might be useful on a long trip.
That night, true to his word, Po Campo fried some grasshoppers. Though I'm sorry to complain. Didn't he die of smallpox? July asked. Then he remembered that he was going to be killed anyway and felt a little better.
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