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"The Game is Gormball" by sweetie_me274
"So?" sighed Ember, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "Your destinies don't lead to small glass bottles where you are trapped until some rich Neopian buys you. Then you have to bless their wretched pet, be released, and do the same thing again."

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