[ He sits at an angle that lets his ankle touch By's leg, companionably, while he looks out at the street. On the crates, they're only half above it. A good view, with no risk of jostling or having their pockets picked, without feeling detached from the people. Best castle. Best company. He couldn't be happier. ]
Was there ever anyone who almost worked? Who was almost enough?
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[ He sits at an angle that lets his ankle touch By's leg, companionably, while he looks out at the street. On the crates, they're only half above it. A good view, with no risk of jostling or having their pockets picked, without feeling detached from the people. Best castle. Best company. He couldn't be happier. ]
Was there ever anyone who almost worked? Who was almost enough?