[That dual pitch must have been the stranger's way of saying his name, Lupin realized as he watched it draw its picture.]
That's a flower. Hang on~
[Lupin crawled onto his hands and knees and drew a similar looking flower in the dirt with his hands. He could wash up later; this was more interesting.]
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That's a flower. Hang on~
[Lupin crawled onto his hands and knees and drew a similar looking flower in the dirt with his hands. He could wash up later; this was more interesting.]