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... f beans he exchanged for the fodder he put into the grain jar, thinking his mother didn't know,
but in fact, Monia already knew.
Living in such a village, how could she not know?
The beans in the grain jar, Monia counted almost every meal, how could she not notice that there was a little more today than yesterday?
Recalling those nights when young York tossed and turned in pain and couldn't sleep, Monia's nose tingled with emotion.
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