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[first lines]
Kathryn: [appearing outside his shack] My name is Kathryn. And this is my daughter Milja. Would you be able to spare some of your crop?
Survivalist: [no]
Kathryn: We can offer something in exchange.
[shows seeds]
Kathryn: A real treasure, then. We have legumes, rusticas, strong varieties. These could boost your yield.
[tosses over a package of seeds]
Kathryn: Surely you can spare something. There's more than enough.
Survivalist: That's what they all thought.
Kathryn: Well, then perhaps... Perhaps, we could stay the night.
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Milja: You think he has a chance?
Kathryn: Well, no matter now.
Milja: He's useful.
Kathryn: A third mouth. On a farm fit for one. And too far gone, anyway.
Milja: No harm in trying, then?
Kathryn: You're getting sentimental.
Milja: You're getting older.
Olwen Fouéré
Extended Reading
