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Sometimes, when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread

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Orange?" He seems unconvinced."Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once.

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His dad said even the cavemen had geniuses among them. Somebody had thought up the wheel.

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We could do it, you know.""What?""Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.