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Headlines "The Greatest Prank of All" by mystie06 The Greatest Prank of All
To: Jhudora and Illusen
From: Queen Fyora
Dear Illusen and Jhudora,
The month of Eating is fast approaching, and with it, April Fool's Day. Given your behaviour over the last couple of years, I realize that asking the two of you not to play pranks on each other is a waste of time, so I am merely asking you not to do anything that would cause a diplomatic incident between Meridell and Faerieland.
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In collaboration with Black_Skull725.
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All hat, no dragon "L-lady Cecilia? Whatever is the meaning of this? Were we making too much noise?" Some of the Neovians in the more elaborate costumes had edged over to the dragon, whose head and neck still blocked the only door into the banquet hall.
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