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    FT held back a tear, as he consumed the snickerdoodle. "Thanks. I---sniff----needed this."
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    "AAAAAHHH!"
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    "For me?" FT asked peeking his head out from under the bed.
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    °_°
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    "Guys?" FT called into the dark forest. " Mountain? Leaf? Sophie? Luna?" no one answered. "I hate it when counseling appointments end this way." FT sighed and began the long trudge back to nowhere.
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    I think Gray is the name, and grey is the color
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    "Ah! That was unexpected" "What were you saying Jimmy? " "Sir, I think I've almost got it. "
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    The ghanderflaffle bomb defusing team rushed to the site. "What's it look like Jimmy? " "It's a fish sir." "I know its a fish, it's the biggest fish I've ever seen. But why is it ticking." "Sir, it appears to be a bomb sir." "Well, well. Must be those Narrators trying to send us back to the stone age--agaain. We'll see about that. All right men, open this thing up." "Ugh it stinks sir." "Delightful, what's inside?" "there appears to be a large amount of wiring inside. There are tubular sacs inside, probably explosive containments." "Don't give me probabilities give me facts." "Yes, sir. they are definitely explosive containments." "Good man," "How should we proceed sir?" "Cut the red wire, it's always the red wire." "but sir, there are a plethora of red wires in here." "Rising Empires, they've figured that out. Well, start cutting them until the fish stops singing." "Ugh, Oh, Euuuch, They're so squishy!" "Keep at it Jimmy, you're almost there." "Sir, I think I've almost---" BOOM!
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    FT frowned, a voice in the back of his mind was bothering him. He Narrated a slab of granite, and smashed his head against it. There, much better.
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    "No problem." FT whispers, from his hiding place under the bed.
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    FT sighed, "Well it's good for business."
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    "Alright," FT said, brushing off his cream-colored robe. "Should we do a role-call?"
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    A hotdog is not a sandwich A hotdog is designed to be eaten with the slit facing upwards. A sandwich, however is made to be eaten with the slit facing sideways. If you turned the hotdog sideways, the toppings would probably fall off. This is my short defense of the hotdog≠sandwich theorum
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    FT glared at the partially omnipresence of TVG. "Of course you did it. I believed in you all the way." He smiled. "You know, few people make this much progress in a single counseling appointment. Facing fears, and accomplishing feats well beyond your self-inflicted boundaries were still three sessions away. We're way ahead of schedule." In the distant distance, TVG received a sealed letter from: FT, the Shard of Narration. TVG Fine, I admit it. You were right. Sorry. I get a little cranky when hanging from trees. FT P.S. I can suggest a good counselor if you ever need one. You knnow, just in case.
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    FT huffed. Who did TVG think she was anyway? Probably an Author or something. He looked down at the Withergeists. They were stacking themselves ontop of each other, making a tower to reach him. FT realized he was using precious Narration, flying in the air, and quickly wrapped his arms around the branch. "SOPHIE!!!! Counseling rates go way up, when your counselor is dead!"
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    FT felt his face grow cold with anger. He let go of the tree branch and floated in the air. "I am a SHARD! I appear physically, because that's what I have to do to access Narration due to my condition. See. Page. 732."
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    "Look, I'd love to argue about this later. Perferably, when my hands are free so I may gesticulate dramatically. But right now, I'M STUCK IN A TREE! Surrounded by hungry Withergiests." FT glanced down, hoping Withergiests couldn't climb trees. "Who brought these guys here anyway?"
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    "But--butbutbutbutbut" FT stammered, hanging from his branch. "That's not fair!"
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    FT ran up a tree, "I Narrated the power of her Spear into that conditioner you jerk!" He spat. He hung from a tree branch, Withergiests snapping at his heels.
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    "Sophie!." FT screamed, furiously Narrating as he ran from the Withergeists. "Use the conditioner. Pleeeeeeaaaase!!!!"
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    Gray? Grey. Gray? Grey. I didn't notice that before. Huh. So, your worst enemy is gray conditioner?
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    "She's doing great! I think my therapy is finally paying off. "
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    "Hmm? Oh that? Xino's fine. I gave him a chicken a couple dozen pages back. "
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    Higgitus Figgitus Riggitus Foom! Presdigitarium!
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    "Get Astral a soul! We'll fill in the details later. Right now, we'll get an enormous amount of cash to fund our research."
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