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Twenty years later found Diango still alone. He looked four years older than when he had changed into a Tick demon (though that was all he would ever age), his parents had died of old age and he longed for a friend - someone to brighten his so very dull days. He even longed for a lover, as Tallulah had foreseen - someone with whom to share the long nights in the safe haven. He had found on one occasion that he was able to sleep, but that this sleep was dreamless and did nothing to alleviate the monotony of his living. He was one bored witless, and tired of loneliness, yet ever frightened of rejection. His only amusement had been a ball that bounced when dropped on the ground and the moving picture show of nature that surrounded him.






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