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Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part One

The conductor furiously banged her baton on her music stand. The elderly Lenny let out an ear shattering squawk as the orchestra slowly realized that she was demanding they stop. Their diminuendo was soon drowned out by the conductor’s screeching.

by rocksysmom
 
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"They Called Him Dr. Death" by erikakaiser
His name hadn’t always been an omen. It was hard to remember it now, and trying felt strange, the syllables foreign and distant. He could see who the name belonged to, picture himself, a young Techo, bright-eyed and eager. Scooping up injured Puppyblews, sneaking into the Kadoatery with a bag full of treats, even splinting an Alkenore’s tail after it had gotten slammed in a doorway. Finding them homes afterward, taking great pride in finding the right home, a place they could be happy and safe forever. He’d always felt like there was a great well inside of him, an emptiness of sorts, and the only way to fill it was to give back. He used to painstakingly craft care sheets – what sorts of cheeses Drackonacks prefer, temperature preferences for Magmut, and how to keep a Slorg’s slime coating in the best condition. Always at the library, or making trips to The Neopian Hospital, absorbing as much knowledge as he could, watching interactions and asking questions. It was never enough. Helping, growing, learning. Filling the well. But it wasn’t just PetPets. For every box of abandoned Gruslen pups and every carelessly cracked Hippalop fin, there were Neopets. Equally homeless, equally abandoned, equally hurt. Maybe not physically, but hurt nonetheless. Their wells were empty, too, but they didn’t know how to fill them. They had no one to help them. He could help them. He could. He would.




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How Do YOU Organize Your Pets?
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Too Many Coins - Not Enough Fingers
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