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Issue: 776 | 7th day of Eating, Y19 |
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 | Janet and Jane: The Case of the Vanished: Part OneIt had been five years to the day since... It's a little hard for me to explain, really. Let me just say that a couple Neopets Jane and I were close to left us... Jane and I didn't like to talk about it. We didn't even like to think about it. Don't expect me to tell you more about what this is about.
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"A Color to Match" by warriorcats
The morning sun broke through the window, landing on my face and startling me awake. Yawning I stretched out my four limbs, trying to cherish the feelings left over from my dream before having to join the rest of the world in wakefulness.
Padding over to the mirror hung up on my door I stared blankly at my reflection.
A mutant Lupe stared back, jarring me silently to full wakefulness.
The memories of my dream fresh in my mind washed over me again. It had been about the first time I’d ever opened my eyes. I remember blinking harshly in the light of the new world, the first thing I was able to see was my owner’s face as she smiled widely.
“I’ll name him bloodfur_208” she chirped happily.
The feeling of melancholy grew as I stood staring back at my gruesome appearance, pushing away the good vibe of my dream. A day didn’t go by that I wasn’t grateful and overjoyed that I was not only brought into the world but that I was lucky to get an owner such as Rellexia, who gave everything she had to her family which motivated me to do the same.
Yet still every morning I woke up, and every morning I stared at the mirror before going downstairs with the same feeling ached in my heart, the same thought popping into my head.
I hate being a mutant!
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 A Color to Match
A day didn’t go by that I wasn’t grateful and overjoyed that I was not only brought into the world but that I was lucky to get an owner such as Rellexia, who gave everything she had to her family which motivated me to do the same.
Yet still every morning I woke up, and every morning I stared at the mirror before going downstairs with the same feeling ached in my heart, the same thought popping into my head.
I hate being a mutant!
by warriorcats |
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 Letter to Neopia
In this week leading up to the annual and vastly overrated Grey Day, I feel that it is my obligation to inform you positively primeval peasants that you’ve been duped.
by hollywoodshowbox |
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