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So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near...
“It is your own fault. I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you...”
“Yes, that is so.”
“But now you are going to cry! Then it has done you no good at all!”
“It has done me good, because of the color of the wheat fields.”
“Ah. I shall .”
“It is your own fault. I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you...”
“Yes, that is so.”
“But now you are going to cry! Then it has done you no good at all!”
“It has done me good, because of the color of the wheat fields.”