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On the other hand, maybe I didn't ask the question
properly after all, since Goodwife Filster called me a name
that meant that my real parents weren't married, which for
all I know they weren't, but that wasn't any business of hers,
and then she came at me with a bread knife, so I ran outside
and down the street and was cold and hungry again before I
knew it.
As I was standing outside her shop with my arms
crossed under my robes because it was too cold to write
this down yet, a fisherman came up to go into the bakery,
and I said, "It's not open yet," because I'd never known
Goodwife Filster to lie, even if she once said that all elves
carried diseases and kidnapped children, which I don't think
they do, or at least not all of them, or at least not the ones I
know. Anyway, the fisherman said, "Oh," and left.
Then the Moviken kids came up, and I said, "It's not
open yet," so they made faces at the bakery window and
left. Then the spinster sisters Anwen and Naevistin Noff
came up, and I said, "It's not open yet," and they groaned
and left.
Then Goodwife Filster came out, wiping her hands on a
towel, and she looked around and frowned at me, and I
said, "Are you open yet?"
And she made a snorting noise through her nose and
said, "When Istar rises, you damn kender," then went back
inside to bake some more.
Then Woose, the dwarf, came by and said, "Morning,
Walnut," and I said, "Morning, Woose. The bakery's not
open yet."
Woose peered at the bakery door and scratched his
beard and said, "That's funny
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