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发帖数: 720 | 1 Fenella yawned, so big a yawn that her little face disappeared for a second.
She looked at the little dolls on the cream cake ruefully. They were meant
for decoration, not really dolls, but some paper-made strange people playing
pine needle flutes and twig swords. “But you are going to find them again
one day, ‘cause you are a witch; you possess the capacity of seeing the lost,
the forgotten!” Aunt Lottie had cried out quite excitedly. Aunt Lottie
hadn’t been in that high spirits for long lo |
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