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Posco cast a desperate look towards Blanco, and Blanco realized it was being asked of him to tell about their lives. And so he did, trying to fix his attention on Mira as she had been the one to ask the question. His gaze kept wandering back to Lily and he swallowed hard.
He told the story as he had done before. They came from Buckland, though they did not live in Brandy Hall, and they were in Bywater visiting an aunt of theirs. Marcho was a relative of theirs and Bingo was a friend. He pointed Marcho and Bingo out to Mira, wondering what Marcho would say if he knew how much he cared for Lily.
Things were growing quiet again, and it was not to Blanco's liking. "Come, come now!" he cried. "This silence is so quiet it's loud! Let us speak and be merry. Does anyone propose a song or a tale? Or maybe we could make plans for the morrow. We all seem to enjoy the company of each other - " and he smiled as he thought of Lily " - and so perhaps in the morning we could do something exciting together. What say you?"
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