I must have looked silly to the hip kids hanging out at the fountain at one o'clock in the morning with their sunglasses and trenchcoats and bags of popcorn as I sat down in the road under a tree. I don't mind though. I thought the strife of a caterpillar needed an audience. I cheered him along his path up a strand of silk that seemed to extend
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