It is 753CE, autumn. Amelichai was just about to go out the door of the hut, carrying sacks of various vegetables. Until his mother rushed out to him from the porch Mother: She rushes out with a brown scarf Oh Dear! You can't leave without your scarf. She wraps the scarf around Amelichai's neck, the scarf that he would always wear, even in summer Mary: she had her arms crossed Really, Mother?
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