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Trading with the natives was like taking candy from a kid -- but which were the natives?
Ppon lowered himself hastily to the orlop and ran toward me. "Hurry up, Qan! " he projected on a sub-level, trying to escape my mother's consciousness. "They're coming! All the others are up already."