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On the agreed-upon evening, Yrael waits outside for Asher to arrive. He lounges on a branch of a tree near the lake shore, green eyes half-shut as he watches the unsuspecting bluebird on the branch above him. He hasn't moved in two hours.
Maybe this time, he'll get dessert.
Maybe this time, he'll get dessert.
