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softly in his twitching ear and passed my hand over
the snow-white fur, hoarfrost like but pleasant silk to
the touch.
‘Go to sleep, it’s getting late,’ muttered Snezhik,
much moved, and dispersed into hoarfrost.
‘Sleep well,’ I heard.
‘So long, I’m going to miss you,’ I whispered after a
small whirl of snow passing by the window up.

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