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cats. One of their own kind was in fact, wasting away because he had a) been single for far too long, b) had finally cracked after he pitched a forever-alone tantrum, and the scariest, c) he was starting to knit his own jumpers. |
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bowties. "She's pretty, I swear!" Bill yelled, his auburn ponytail shining in the sunlight before disappearing. |
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sweat. "I think life hates me." Percy said miserably. "Hey, at least there's cake in the fridge!" |
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arrows. "Don't shoot girls, they don't like it." |
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enemy. "Technically, I'm a man, I'm over the age of seventeen, which means I'm of age -- quite a bit over the age of seventeen, thank you very much--" Percy was interrupted my Penelope dragging him by his legs out the door, shaking her head. |
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