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	Waiting for the Tooth Faerie CRACK by flustre
	Risky Omelettes I immediately regret this decision. by x0x_gina_x0x
	The Snowagers... Treasure?? It's finally all mine! by suspensiion
	Name Woes It's not always easy to get adopted... by shardspotatoes
	Episode 1: The Snowager You think delivering newspapers is easy? Also by sergente__hartmann by hikariyugi_yamiatemu
	The Unfortunate Mistake If it looks too good to be true.. Well.. It probably is. by rebeccagirl

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"They Called Him Dr. Death" by erikakaiser
His name hadn’t always been an omen. It was hard to remember it now, and trying felt strange, the syllables foreign and distant. He could see who the name belonged to, picture himself, a young Techo, bright-eyed and eager. Scooping up injured Puppyblews, sneaking into the Kadoatery with a bag full of treats, even splinting an Alkenore’s tail after it had gotten slammed in a doorway. Finding them homes afterward, taking great pride in finding the right home, a place they could be happy and safe forever. He’d always felt like there was a great well inside of him, an emptiness of sorts, and the only way to fill it was to give back. He used to painstakingly craft care sheets – what sorts of cheeses Drackonacks prefer, temperature preferences for Magmut, and how to keep a Slorg’s slime coating in the best condition. Always at the library, or making trips to The Neopian Hospital, absorbing as much knowledge as he could, watching interactions and asking questions. It was never enough. Helping, growing, learning. Filling the well. But it wasn’t just PetPets. For every box of abandoned Gruslen pups and every carelessly cracked Hippalop fin, there were Neopets. Equally homeless, equally abandoned, equally hurt. Maybe not physically, but hurt nonetheless. Their wells were empty, too, but they didn’t know how to fill them. They had no one to help them. He could help them. He could. He would.

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They Called Him Dr. Death
His name hadn’t always been an omen. It was hard to remember it now, and trying felt strange, the syllables foreign and distant. He could see who the name belonged to, picture himself, a young Techo, bright-eyed and eager.

by erikakaiser

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The Gobbler's Egg
A short story based on my baby Pteri, Fizzlers. A stray Gobbler finds an egg and vows to take care of it!

by merrick_twoford

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Overlooked Neopians: Kauvara
In the heart of the Neopian shopping district is Kauvara’s Magic Shop. The owner and shopkeeper of Neopia’s most popular Magic Shop is the titular Kauvara. Kauvara works tirelessly to open the doors of her shop each morning and provide Neopian consumers with top quality magical items and potions.

by trixietrotter

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A Comprehensive Guide To Turmac Roll
Greetings, Neopian travelers! If you've ever visited the exquisite land of Meridell, you've probably heard of a popular game called Turmac Roll. But what exactly is this game, how can you play, and how can you win?

by carrieantonia

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Defender Scarlet Shadow in the Deathly Mission: Part Three
Sopherie began to breathe heavily. Running from an assassin while carrying an injured Aisha was proving to be very taxing. She began to regret sneaking out of her house on this mission. But she couldn't quite regret coming to help Deme.

by orisasda

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Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part One
The conductor furiously banged her baton on her music stand. The elderly Lenny let out an ear shattering squawk as the orchestra slowly realized that she was demanding they stop. Their diminuendo was soon drowned out by the conductor’s screeching.

by rocksysmom

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