His andLibo's. Playing God out here among the piggies. "I promised, didn't I, Leafeater?" "When when when?" "It'll take time. I have to find out whether he can be trusted." Leafeater looked baffled. Miro had tried to explain that not all humans knew each other, and some weren'tnice, but they never seemed to understand. hackett jacket
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" Leafeater pulled a large insect out of his nostril and flipped it away, buzzing. "Don't be crude," he said. Thenhe walked away. Miro watched him go. Leafeater was always so difficult. Miro much preferred the company of the piggy calledHuman.
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