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Here he is - a witness to the rites of the flock. I carefully ran my hand over the old bark. It was very hot and sunny, but under the poplar branches it was as if its own microclimate reigned. Perhaps, and indeed, this is not an ordinary tree.

- Why are we here? I asked Reed. The poplar was so big that it completely hid Reed from me. I went around the trunk.

- I convinced Ba not to arrange a circus then, but we must perform one ceremony with you.

- What are we going to bite again? I covered my neck in mock horror.

"Fool," Reed smiled.

He reached into the pocket of his bridge and pulled out a clenched fist. As if showing a trick, he held his hand, and now two straps are clamped in his fingers. I shifted my gaze to the poplar thong garland. There were fewer straps now - there was no Morgan and Fred's strap.

"Your bracelet." I ran my finger over his name on one of the bracelets in Reed's hand.

- And this is yours, - he handed me the second one, - I made it a long time ago. Back then, o
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