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Headlines "Looney Lockewood" by ihailin The street was a dead end, and the voice was following them down into the ally. Phalor nuzzled her neck into Shailayna's purple fluff, closing her eyes tight. Shailayna's ears twitched with each approaching footstep. She could smell the odd mixture of stale tea, dust, and dull cologne that reminded her of her great-grandfather. Phalor opened an eye just a crack, instantly regretting it. The mad old Buzz was glowering down at...
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The Plan I sat there, staring at the little blue Wocky, lost for words. I racked my brains for something funny to say, but I came up completely dry. So I reached into my bag and pulled out a cupcake.
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Chronicles of the Chosen: Taking Flight - Part One Desperately Jhudora's burning eyes scanned the hall for something, anything, which was dark enough to stare at with some decency. But alas, the floors were a muted orchid (still pink), garnished with mauve rugs covered in swirling designs. The ceiling was an almost sugary sort of pink...
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