they tuned , discussed for a moment , then struck up a lively jig . everyone joined in , turning the courtyard into an even more chaotic scene , people now dancing in circles , swinging and spinning in circles , everyone making up their own dance steps . i felt my feet tapping , my body wanting to move . aside from writing , i 've always loved dancing

a few feet from the botelha plot was another headstone for enso 's friend , jacome pascoal . he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old cloth pouch . he opened it and inside was a handful of old coins . they were the coins he had been given by enso all those years ago when he was a child . he looked at them briefly then dumped them back into the old pouch

when he said things like that and looked at her as if she were his favorite dessert , she wanted to kiss him again , which went to show how much this man jumbled her feelings . '' you have thirty seconds to explain . i 'll be late if i do n't get moving . '' '' go into the server and open a new e-mail . write my name and the date in the subject line , then type your message . when you 're done , save it as a draft

did you also notice how i was the last one in the door ? '' this time , it was thomas 's turn to throw in the jab . '' gee . i wonder why that was , oh swordless one . '' '' you took my sword away from me , thomas ! it 's not my fault i do n't have a
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