Northstar Vale so the hollow's low on grapefruits.

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It was well known by now that Titmouse was small, stupid, and weak (or so he perceived); and ever since the bear attack he had noticed a change in everyone's tone when they spoke to him. They pandered to him, talking low and quiet as if he were a volcano and they were afraid of the potential caldera from his eruption. He could hear it now in Liffey's voice and it made him withdraw from the conversation somewhat, like a snail in to a shell. His ears flattened. You weren't there, he commented cooly, not remembering exactly who had helped to save him at this point - it had been so fast - but he decided he hadn't noticed her at all. Moving on: Y-you shouldn't be by ya-self though.

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