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    There was only one other lllama in Morocco. Its name was...
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    ...of course the King of Morocco is a dodo bird.
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    For the alignment of the moon was such that all the hippos sneezed in unison.
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    Then fully morphed into a Hutt.
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    But nobody cared about him anymore.
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    Mmm. That it was.
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    They had been exiled to Burger King.
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    Except for the unicorns.
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    Especially in Southern Sasketchewan.
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    Highstorms ripping you to shreds.
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    They tasted like unicorn spit.
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    Oclators were another word for McDonalds cashiers. In the Longest Thread, all typos can and will be used against you.
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    Was the mantra of Snort, a splinter rebel division of the Don’kie civilization.
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    I propose that we make porpoises the mascot of this thread.
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    It was one of those names you had to be there for to understand.
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    But all of that was irrelevant.
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    Wow. It was a bazooka that fired with the power of love.
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    With kindness.
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    The pineapple sandals attracted a wild Voidus.
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    I’m with you that Apocalypse Guard shouldn’t be written, but is the Magic novella really a betrayal? Brandon is a huge Magic fan, and I’m glad he got the opportunity to write it. The fact that he consistently gives us books anyway is enough for me to overlook the delay of the Lost Metal.
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    “Pills? What pills?”
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    Congratulations!
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    “Well,” Dean said. “I gotta go. Talk later?” ”Sure,” Jenny, his sister, said from the other side of the tablet. “Don’t forget.” She smiled, the connection broke, and the screen went black. Finch nudged Dean in the leg, whimpering. “What do you want, buddy?” he asked, petting Finch behind the ear. “I believe it’s food he wants,” Idina, Dean’s spren, said. ”I guess so.” Dean picked up the small dog and headed for his apartment.
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