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Issue: 690 | 17th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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Headlines "Difficulties: Adventures in Moving" by peridotsu A Baby Usul, curled in a dark orange blanket stared out the window of her family’s Neohome in beautiful Faerieland. She was lying on her bed, with silent tears streaming from the fact she arrived home safely. Maybe change in life isn’t so bad, after all. Wait- that sounds like the end of the story doesn’t it? I guess, to understand what’s happening to this Usul, we must begin at the beginning, with some background to understand her life.
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Difficulties: Adventures in Moving A Baby Usul, curled in a dark orange blanket stared out the window of her family’s Neohome in beautiful Faerieland. She was lying on her bed, with silent tears streaming from the fact she arrived home safely. Maybe change in life isn’t so bad, after all. Wait- that sounds like the end of the story doesn’t it?
by peridotsu |
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Top 25 Summer Treats It doesn't matter where you are, whether you are on the beach playing in the sand, at a campfire with your friends, or just at home wanting a cool treat to beat the heat, we have many favourite treats to choose from. Here are tweny five delicious and mouth-watering foods to tease your taste buds.Also by blue_eyed_tiger_j
by wokitana |
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The Fire Within: Part Eight Yardly returned to the Font alone, though Marbelle and her soldiers were waiting, hidden, in the tunnels beyond. Waiting for Yardly's signal. Waiting to storm their birthplace. The plan was simple. Yardly would go in and eliminate Igneot. Then he would signal the others to follow. It was a ludicrously stupid plan, of course, and Yardly knew this.
by herdygerdy |
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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.
Also by surath
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