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... , he stuck out his tongue and began to meticulously lick the rim of the bowl.
His movements were so earnest that they bordered on reverent, as his tongue circled the inner wall of the bowl.
Under his licking, the wooden bowl became cleaner than if it had been washed. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Yet neither Tucson nor the woman stopped him, silently watching the boy’s actions.
The wildmen cherished food greatly, never washing bowls in winter. Especially bowls that had ...
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