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Issue: 690 | 17th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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Brunch in Neopia
Ah, yes...brunch. The magical word that makes our ears perk up and our stomachs rumble. When it comes to mealtime, brunch is king. It combines the savor of breakfast food and the fulfillment of an afternoon meal into one comforting, memorable, and delectable course. But how does one do brunch the right way? This is where I come to the rescue - I, an aspiring food writer, have prepared a variety of brunch suggestions to suit the needs of individual Neopets. To all those who recognize the beauty and sanctity of brunch, I present to you: The Definitive Guide to Brunch in Neopia.
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Arthur: A Weapon's Tale: Part Three It was an odd hour to be out in Happy Valley with few Neopians around. Art kept his head down, moving swiftly on the cold cobblestone path. The Snowager would be asleep any moment now and he would need all the time he could get. The path wound its way through town until pavement turned to ice.
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The Sorceress and the Prisoner: Part Two The warm, sweet calling voice of his younger sister woke Jeran from his dreams. He couldn't remember exactly what his dream had been, only that he had felt alone, then shook the thought from his mind. To his surprise he had woken up in the courtyard, with Lisha's face hovering above him, a huge grin on her face.
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