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You and taco weren't ordinary objects... you were like... ghosts with important things under their control... what?.. LIFE AND DEATH... You had a magic touch. Everything you touched became... happier, more energetic and more alive, but you couldn't make, for example, a dead bird become alive again... and Taco? she was the opposite... Her touch brought death... if she touched a rose, for example? a rose will wither if, for example, a hare... the hare dies... Honestly, Taco hated what she was doing. Everyone always complained so much about how terrible death is and how wonderful life is. You were sitting near the fox hole. The foxes couldn't see you so you had nothing to be afraid of... the female had just given birth to her cubs... suddenly Taco was standing behind you

Taco: "Are you sitting in one place again and marveling at the next birth of animals?"

she asked. It wasn't the nicest, but it wasn't sarcastic

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