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Mar. 1st, 2007 | 07:25 pm
she handed him the locket and to his surprise she began to cry. "you don't know what it's like to live a cold earthen hut all by yourself. i used to have a family, but they all passed on. i also had a fiancé, but he left me too. all i had was my hut - until i met you. but everyone has left me, and who's to say you won't do the same? i like you, boy, but it takes me a long time to trust someone. do you see why i can't accept your locket?" "i see. i am sorry about your past. would you like to talk about it?" "some other time. i should be leaving. i have troubled you enough." "going so soon? you don't have any proper clothes to wear. your old clothes were frayed and drenched in mud. i threw them out this morning." "well, go fetch them! i can't believe you threw my clothes away! how rude!" "i'm sorry but the trash was removed before you woke up. we'll have to find something else for you to wear. keep on the robe for now. i'll go out and find you some new clothes. i'll be back before lunchtime." so the boy left for the town centre, which was only a few miles away. the ragamuffin collapsed in a chair by the french doors.