| A Yurble stole my cinnamon roll! |
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Issue: 174 | 21st day of Sleeping, Y7 |
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The Wild Imagination of an Eccentric Feepit
by running_wind_horse
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 Deception
Upon the brink of Terror Mountain, at the dividing
line between stone and snow, a civilization of thieves existed. Their flames
burned with malice, and scared off the light of the moon... the only thing that
illuminated the thieves was pure fire, nothing more...
by christinetran |
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 Glad to be Back
"HANNAH!" he cried, and began running. Hannah
jumped into his arms, and the two gave a welcoming and warm embrace. "Long,
long time since I've clapped me eyes on you!"
by cruzerchic123 |
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