The Storyteller.... A man comes to your tent and claims to be your once dead son. You know him but he is older. You trust this. Why would he lie? You tell him you love him, you miss him and ask him what he misses of the living world. He tells you I miss suckling the breast. You let him because it is your son (?) why would he not be telling the truth. Then he leaves, supposedly back to the underworld. Maybe I am distrusting. Then again things then were probably a nickle.
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