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"The Perfect Petpet for Sophie" by a_greenparrot
Sophie grabbed a stool and looked down at her concoction. It was a bubbling brown. She shook her head. "This isn't right," she muttered to herself. Suddenly the brown goop began to dry out and shrink. Soon all the she was left with was a pile of brown pellets. "Where did I go wrong?"

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