| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - For the next half-hour he looked at me twice, said maybe two words (one was to agree to an interview which was done and was a total disaster), while I rattled on at him about every kind of nonsense, trying to get some reaction, until I ran out of voice, paid the bill for my coffee and sandwich, and walked him back to Witchseason.
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