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Have moved on then after the first year but by the time little Rokya was born three of the other women had conceived-including Rasa and Luet who were the most fragile during pregnancy. So they stayed for a second harvest and a few months more until all the women but Sevet had completed.
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Unfortunately that also meant she couldn't tell how far away the source was. If I had a breather unit. . . if it weren't necessary to keep surfacing for air. . . I could swim a great distance masked by this thermal barrier. Otherwise it seems hopeless. They can use the sled's monitors on long-range scan to detect me when I broach and exhale. Peepoe listened for a while longer and decided. / think it's getting closer . . . but slowly. The source must still be far away. If I made a dash now I won't get far before they catch me. And yet she daren't risk Mopol and Zhaki picking up the new sound. If she must wait it meant keeping them distracted till the time was right. There was just one way to accomplish that. Peepoe grimaced. Rising toward the surface she expressed disgust with a vulgar Trinary demi-haiku. * May sun roast your backs * And hard sand scrape your bottoms * Til you itch madly. . . . * . . . as if.
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