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Issue: 272 | 29th day of Celebrating, Y8 |
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Asking Armin
Perhaps you've been wondering when you would hear from me... it's been a while since I saved the world... and here I am, to bring you a wonderful self esteem raising column. I mean, really, honestly we could have come up with a better name for this... "Ask Armin," how unoriginal can you get? Maybe "Someday Armin will take over the world so if you quit whining right now and be his friend instead he'll promote you to something above ‘insignificant fleck of matter'." Ahem, have I said too much?
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Watching the Sunset Even though it became a habit, the sky didn’t always assume the same color scheme every time. Sometimes it had more purple, sometimes more red, and the inconstant routine made the sunset, if possible, more beautiful...
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The First Time I Flew... Almost Trugmorik batted Daisychain away with a paw when she tried to grab at his cape with her beak. He knew the White Weewoo had a point, but he needed to get up to that branch near the top of the tree...
by elfwick |
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Toys Mania!!!!! Why shouldn't users buy toys for their pets? This is toy central; if your pet is not having fun with its toy, then that means it is time to buy it a new one...
by mexico802 |
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A Guide to Bruno's Backwoods Breakaway Have you always wanted to get maximum points or even a trophy for this game, but those annoying Neovians always kill poor Bruno? Or you gotten stuck on this annoying level eight called "Point of no return" because you don't know how to get that potion?
by bambosh_rider |
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A Very Feepit Christmas: Part Two Athena
opened her mouth to plead her sister's case but, catching a glimpse of her owner's
face, closed it again. She had enough sense to recognize that was the end of it;
there was no changing Elspeth's mind once she got that determined look...
by rainpaint |
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Into the Sea: Part Five Nobody said anything for a few moments. The
only sound that could be heard was the tick-tock of the clock by the door. Velt's
eyes were sad, but Katrina's were hard and angry. The girl clenched her fists
tighter and tighter every second...
by sytra |
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