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"Purloined Presses and Procrastination" by queen_potema
"How could you forget it's Halloween?!" Elleri the Royal Blumaroo screamed at me as I dug through a large bin in the attic. I dug out an old witch hat with matted grey hair attached and handed it to her. "Look. Yell at me all you want. Halloween is different in Neopia. Sorry if I don't get excited at the prospect of you mouthing off and getting turned into a Mortog by a real witch!" Elleri scoffed and beat the hat a couple times with her tail to shake off the dust. "Whatever. Just admit you lost the calendar." I pursed my lips. Drat. She had me. "I admit to no such thing." She turned on her heel and marched to the attic door, her black dress leaving a trail in the dust. "I need more borovan." I grumbled. I hunched over to keep from hitting the cross beams and slowly climbed down the attic ladder, and immediately ducked as my Tyrannian Lupe, Ritonie, hurled a plastic hatchet at the wall.

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