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| 46 | 42 | It looks View more quotes about something">something like a peach, but is usually about the size of a plum. |
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| 46 | 39 | I feared I had had too much to drink. |
| 46 | 40 | "A splendid feast," said Clitus, helping himself to a handful of tospits, his behavior forcing me, reluctantly, to reconsider my views of tospits and human beings. |
| 46 | 41 | The tospit is a yellowish white, bitter fruit. |
| 46 | 42 | It looks something like a peach, but is usually about the size of a plum. |
| 46 | 43 | Some people, I knew, liked the bitter taste. |
| 46 | 44 | Apparently Clitus was one of them. |
| 46 | 45 | My thoughts drifted back to what some called the Plains of Turia, others the Lands of the Wagon Peoples, faraway and long ago, in the southern hemisphere. |