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The Sloth Gummy That Got Away by redken9x9 | Description: It started out so pleasant. I was born in Virtupets Space Station– home of my creator, Franky. I lived for a short time in one of his most ingenious creations, the prestigious ‘Grundo Factory’. |
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Confessions of King Skarl's Hair Stylist by redken9x9 | Description: I take no responsibility for hurt feelings. Skarl, you dweeb. :) The truth is out. |
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The Gifted Faerie by redken9x9 | Description: Professor Thierra sifted through the miscellany mess of papers on her desk, glancing up at Aleha in-between scribbles. The movement of the room was still for the present time; Aleha modestly preoccupied with her books and Thierra contemplatively preoccupied with her papers and Aleha. |
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Stamp Collecting For Beginners by redken9x9 | Description: So you want to be an Ultimate Stamp Collector, eh? Well, you’ve come to the right place! Don’t worry, I won’t waste your time with tons of useless pleasantries and introductory nonsense. We’ll get right down to business. |
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The Hidden Treasure by redken9x9 | Description: I rode down to the river one morning to see the spring blossoms bloom. My eyes were focused on the ground there, with each step a piece of earth crunched under my feet and the grass bent toward my way. Bending for an old Gnorbu, life and vitality bowing to time-worn straits. |
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Zombie Mortog Invasion by redken9x9 | Description: First, let me correct what you’re already thinking. No – this is not an apocalypse. To say that we’re experiencing a catastrophic disaster in danger of ending the world is not quite accurate here. We’ve got it under control, as you can see. |
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