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	NeoPaper: A Trip on Mystery Island Well, that's one kind of trip... by mbredboy31
	Detective Alisha: Special Guest Part 2 We solved it! Also by xale22 by roxanna203
	A Good Run for the Money The hand doesn't give, but it does take. Also by cloudypoogle by certifiabletrash
	Evil-opia: Seth One day... by mucka33
	What Ever Happened to Galem Darkhand? (Part 2) The mystery of the Ice Caves plot . . . Also by iciclefaerie05 by chai7705
	Color Combinations Snow and Magma don't mix well. by ixi_lover_ixi
	Lame Pun: Fun Food Just Clowning Around by blackaavar
	Word Poker Woes Spelling is hard. by silverpheonix105
	The Kiko Pop How did you even do that? by franzgirl
	Neoquest II - Lost in the Lost Desert Sand as far as the eye can see... by ketchup547
	Ghostkerchief Woes Wait... What? by turtling
	Stay Strong With Team Brawn: Cotton Candy Beanbag What a sticky situation... Also by Alexise1998 by tex707
	Spyder and Flies Even spyders enjoy junk food. by applefaerie99
	Dinner with the Scarlets: Intrudy Surprise! by june_scarlet
	Petpet Woes What do you do if you don't have a handkerchief handy? by quiggles_r_kewl_1

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"The Perk Of Being A Plushie" by she_chose_love
Once upon a time, in a land far far away called Neopia, there were these two yellow Ixi’s named Sarah and Stacey. They were best friends and always did everything together. Sarah and Stacey had been friends since they were baby Ixi's, they were so close they were almost like sisters. It was very rare that you would ever see one girl without the other once being very close by. They even shared the same goal: to be able to buy a paint brush and get painted. The girls did not know what kind of paint brush they wanted, they just knew that nothing would make them happier than to be painted.

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The Perk Of Being A Plushie
They even shared the same goal: to be able to buy a paint brush and get painted. The girls did not know what kind of paint brush they wanted, they just knew that nothing would make them happier than to be painted.

by she_chose_love

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Cafeteria Food
"Look," Starry said. "It has nothing to do with a lack of ability to make potions, to teach, et cetera- It's that you're saying it's at school. Our school."

Chris sat down on an orange, hovering Virtupets bed. Slowly, he nodded. "You're right. That'd be terrible."

"But I am a terrible person. School starts in two weeks. See you then."

by forestfleet

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Things That We're Lucky Enough To Ignore! (Part 2)
My earlier article all about the things we're lucky to ignore got a lot of positive feedback, and I thought it would be fun to write a second article all about the other things we're lucky enough to ignore! I canvassed the Neoboards for everything mentioned in this article, and I had a lot of fun talking to my fellow players!

by indulgences

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Hannah's Adventures: the Wardrobe of Adventure
Oh, you are here again! Are you ready for our next challenge? I am sure you will be thrilled to discover what this new game has to offer you. Hannah’s new adventure is a brand new experience, and if you have been following my guides for the past two weeks you will be delighted to know that this week’s game has nothing – and I truly mean nothing – similar to Pirate Caves or Ice Caves

Also by guik44

by saudadesdagripe

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Beneath the Haunted Woods: Part Six
The entire chamber was consumed in pitch-black darkness. The air thick, cold as the ice caves. The only sounds were the distant echoes of water dripping onto the floor and the faint howling of the wind travelling through the many holes and tunnels scattered around the cavern.

by shadowknight_72

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Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part Four
“Well,” I said, adjusting the brim of my sunhat to block out the harsh sunrays, “this was probably the worse thing that could have happened.” Soon after Marty and I had fled Jhuidah’s cooking pot, I had received a neomail. The small, enchanted yellow envelope had repeatedly jammed itself against my thigh until, grudgingly, I had plucked it from the air and opened it.

by vanessa1357924680

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