Every so often, Gaz will stop and kind of knock the side of her head.
I used to ask what she was doing. I don't anymore, because the answer was always the same.
"Thinkin' 'bout Gelflings," she would say, in a weary and resigned voice.
Well, all right, then.
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I guess it would make you weary thinking about gelflings all the time.
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