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"A Cracked Bottle of Sand" by fluffylopbunny
I sat there, watching the others get picked up and chosen for their pretty colors. Sure, they were blue, green, red, purple, orange... even rainbow; they were beautiful. No one would want to pick a plain old thing like me. No one cared for what I once held, or what I used to be. The sun was high over Neopia Central...

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