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As such, Eight gravitated toward him more and more. He was a feisty child, often a bit much for his other siblings who were less inclined toward babies naturally and had already had their turns looking after a baby brother.
Soon Eight was walking and talking, and he ran across the yard after having stripped out of his clothes, and proudly presented his brother with a large dead grasshopper. "Here, Sewen! I get it for you."