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SDB: Parting is Grief
Picture this: You’re standing in front of a towering, gray vault. As the lock twists open, you take a step back. The door swings and a mountain of old junk and new junk starts to fall, toppling from the peak of the vault until you’re able to swim in it. Surrounding you are old books, toys, food that has probably rotted, petpets, codestones, trading cards...
|Phelix Gets the Scoop|
"I've told you, Phelix," said Principal Skedman,
a round looking blue Skeith with an odd mustache, "just because you have that
special pass doesn't mean you can just go barging into the teachers' lounge
whenever you feel like it." He seemed quite tired of saying this...
"Average classes, average lunch--" Blynn was
cut off by a sudden cold, wet feeling on her fur. She looked down, aghast, to
see that someone had knocked her bottle of cherry juice into her lap. "Average
|A Hand to Guide You: Part Two|
When I awakened, for apparently I had passed out, I was
in the hospital in Neopia Central. The familiar green gelert doctor was standing
with his back to me at the chart nearby, and Bee was looking out the window...