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She put her head on her paws, and her eyes were glistening in the darkness.
“Oh, you know I can’t stay mad at you forever,” I said, “but don’t bite me again, ok?”
She nodded and made a quiet sound.
“Missed you,” I said as I stroked her. Though she couldn’t answer, I was glad that she was near.
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The next day began with another surprise. When I came down for breakfast, I found a boy sitting at the table. He was younger than me by two, maybe three years. His clothes were simple, a sweatshirt and jeans, but his face was unusual. There was something Eastern in it and at the same time something Western. He had black oriental eyes and high cheekbones, short raven hair and a tan, which one can get only in the southern latitudes. I’d never seen such a beautiful person before. He was eating rolled oats with an unbelievable appetite.
“Hallo,” I said in German.
He immediately stopped eating and looked at me. For some reason, he looked confused.
“Hello,” he said, but in English.
“Walter, this is Reeve.” The Mentor appeared as usual from out of nowhere, “Reeve Raven, my nephew. Reeve, this is Walter. I told you about him.”