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Issue: 690 | 17th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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The Neovian Dream #1
by katniss_66
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 Heritage or Dreams
“Would you come with me?”, he pleaded, his normally sharp magma eyes oozing with puppy-lupe sadness. “No. Quick, you know this is something you need to do on your own.”
by erynamrod |
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 Clones
She also lacks a White Weewoo on her head. Mostly because I'm a miser.
Also by priscent
by msjanny |
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 One Summer's Day
"Hey look, it's Mystery Island! We're almost at Mystery Island!" Daizm, plushie Kacheek shouted excitedly from the front of the ferry she, her brother and her adopted cousins were on. She blinked as sea spray from the ferry powering through the waves, splashed her in face. She has halfway over the railing at the front of the ferry when someone grabbed her wrist.
by orisasda |
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