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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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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.”
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The Ten Best Greeting Cards to Send to a Neofriend It’s Year 17; simple thank you cards and get well soon cards are so overdone. You don’t want to be just like everyone else, do you? If you’d rather appear unique and be the most hilarious and witty and desirable and generous neofriend a kacheek could ever beg for, you’ll need to send the most inspired and amazing greeting cards to flaunt your brilliance.
by 20003425 |
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The Door Closes: Part Seven A man breathes heavily across from me, audible even from beneath a mask of loose grey cloth. A swath of worn fabrics wrapped up and down his figure encloses him. He wears different patterns, colors and materials, but they are all faded and fraying, as though he has had nothing new to wear for the past hundred years and must make do with the pieces of an old wardrobe. Art by ellbot1998
by ellbot1998 |
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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.
by dudeiloled |
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