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Day after day the truck roared on. Matja Allina’s face got puffy and bruised, her eyes were feverish with unabated fatigue. When she wasn’t spinning wild tales, Tinoopa massaged and bathed the Matja, Aghilo held her and fed her; Kizra sang to her, eased her tensions, helped her sleep. Ignored and resenting it, Kulyari settled to a spite-filled seethe.

Day after day…

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