I AM CALLED BLACK-1
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could distinguis relying on fit or medals, just by tinctive sraiture.“ “If your face ed in to forget you, and if you ually nearby. ter your deato-face anding before them.”
e remained silent for a long time. A c tside filtered t of treet; tters h dipped in beeswax.
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I AM ORhey indeed killed him?”
tall, skinny and a little frigo talking in t sig are you doing here?”
me in suc I climbed onto ans me back do away.
“Kiss Black’s hand,” he said.
I kissed touc to my fore had no smell.
“e charming,” Black said and kissed me on my cheek. “One day he’ll be a brave young man.”
“t, who’s seven.
t one’s quite a stubborn little child.”
“I back to treet in Aksaray,” said Black. “It it all.”
“Alas! Everytly o me. “her?”
“or, ter binder.”
“So, w are you doing here?”
“ter said, ”Fine o me.“ “You made your o o Black: “ter tices, learning t of binding.”
“Do you like to make illustrations like your grandfather?” asked Black.
I gave him no answer.
“All righer. “Leave us be,