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Lab Ray Mishaps
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: The Lab Ray is fired...
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Making Snow Angels
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: Whatcha doing?
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Top 4 Ways to Change Your Pet's Expression
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: The top 4 methods for transforming your pet's expression, to help it to fit in with your customisation that much better. |
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There’s Nothing Quite Like A Good Book
by toffeedatepudding | | Description: See for yourself! Also by _starryeyedsurprise_ |
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AC Woes
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: I did not think my position through... |
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What A Nice Gesture
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: Giving flowers is wrought with problems when you look like a joker Also by Ukases |
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The Spelling Test
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: t was one of those hot, lazy, summer days when all you want to do is lie on your back among the buttercups and listen to the springabees buzzing by. Being stuck in a classroom felt like being in prison, and I couldn’t wait for the afternoon to end. |
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 Orlitz and the Search for the Emerald Crown: Part Two
A warm ray of light streamed through the small slit between the curtain covering the large cut-up windows. The gentle light awoke Orlitz who hid under the quilts of an enormous bed. A clock on her bedside table notified the Cybunny that it was time for breakfast at the lodge.
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 Tribulations of a Quest Sceptic: Part Four
The coiling, curling wisps of emerald smoke that drifted from the windows of the silent, stone tower seemed to cast the structure in an eerie, green glow. Each slowly spiraled into the air, lazy and slow, before drifting like cloud, forming into the most horrible, nightmarish shapes, toying with the imagination as clouds observed on a summer’s day might.
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