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Lab Ray Mishaps
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: The Lab Ray is fired...
Idea by inoutje |
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Making Snow Angels
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: Whatcha doing?
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Top 4 Ways to Change Your Pet's Expression
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: The top 4 methods for transforming your pet's expression, to help it to fit in with your customisation that much better. |
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There’s Nothing Quite Like A Good Book
by toffeedatepudding | | Description: See for yourself! Also by _starryeyedsurprise_ |
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AC Woes
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: I did not think my position through... |
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What A Nice Gesture
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: Giving flowers is wrought with problems when you look like a joker Also by Ukases |
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The Spelling Test
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: t was one of those hot, lazy, summer days when all you want to do is lie on your back among the buttercups and listen to the springabees buzzing by. Being stuck in a classroom felt like being in prison, and I couldn’t wait for the afternoon to end. |
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The Flyer
by _starryeyedsurprise_ | | Description: I always look forward to the times when my grandmother comes to stay. She's my dad's mother and she comes from a little fishing village on the outskirts of Kiko Lake, and she's small and round and cuddly, just like you'd expect from a plushie Kiko. Also by ukases |
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 The Flyer
I always look forward to the times when my grandmother comes to stay. She's my dad's mother and she comes from a little fishing village on the outskirts of Kiko Lake, and she's small and round and cuddly, just like you'd expect from a plushie Kiko. Also by ukases
by _starryeyedsurprise_ |
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 Clouds Over Cogham: Part Ten
The faerie’s clouds cling to the land like fog. They weave through the trees, and they caress the grass. They swirl like smoke around peoples’ eyes, and their presence hangs low like a canopy of death.
by theschizophrenicpunk |
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