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He chuckled. “Fine. The worst anyone will find in the trees are some dead needles. Cross my heart.” He swished his finger over hischest.
“That’s yourstomach.”
“Or is it?” He waggled his eyes at me and I shook myhead.
“Sell me a tree,Crow.”
“Call me Uncle Crow and I’ll make you adeal.”
“Sell me a discount, uninfested tree, UncleCrow.”
“Now you’re talking. Let me show you to my noblest offirs.”
He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and I walked with him through a forest of dried out lopsided trees, and just for a few minutes, everything felt magical andgood.
