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"From a Friend" by the_spirit_realm
The Neopian Pound was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year (and yes, sadly, even on the Day of Giving). “Quiet,” wasn’t ever a word you’d use to describe the place – Neopia was an insomniac’s economy, after all, and time halted for no pet, whether they were placing Food Club bets, waiting at the Soup Kitchen, or playing a late-night game of Gormball.
So of course, this applied to Rose, too.The Pound was a huge, sprawling building that towered high into the skies of the Neopian Plaza, so high you had to crane your neck to look at it properly. There was always construction going on, just to fit the sheer number of inhabitants they had coming in each week, and on clear days, you could usually spot a number of Shoyru builders swooping about the building, tools in hand. New bedrooms, more bathrooms, extra communal space, and of course expanding the library, because Rose was absolutely adamant that pets should be learning something useful during their stay here, even if it was the extended history of the Lost Desert, or what foods exactly the Esophagor liked to eat.
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 From a Friend
The Neopian Pound was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year (and yes, sadly, even on the Day of Giving).
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