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e stone of the Cat's
Lair.
"I'm just not going to get any sleep tonight," he said to
himself, and with that he rose and wandered down to the kitchen
to pour himself a tall glass of burblefruit juice. He sat at the
kitchen table and put the glass down in front of him, untouched.
He put his head in his hands and stared at it, feeling depressed.
He heard the door open behind him, and with a little sur-
prise turned around to see Snarf standing there. "You're up
late," Snarf said in that chiding voice he always used when Liono
was doing something wrong.
"I know, Snarf. I don't care." He turned back to staring
at the glass of juice.
"Liono? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Snarf."
"Come on, Liono, you can tell ol' Snarf. It's the others,
isn't it?"
"I don't understand, Snarf. They go and play like that, and
I...I'm just not interested."
"Awww," Snarf said, jumping up with an assist from his tail.
He landed square on his chair and joined Liono in resting his
head in his hands, only he was staring at his young charge, not
the juice. "Come on, Liono, you're supposed to be a grown-up
now."
"I know, Snarf, but it doesn't help that I grew up while
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