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Issue: 730 | 29th day of Eating, Y18 |
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Purveyor of Precious Toys
As Lupe Day approaches, the minds of Neopians across the globe turn to famous Lupes that have contributed to our world. In honor of this holiday, my Purple Lupe named Snazztacular and I decided to interview a famous Lupe: the shopkeeper of the Toy Store in Neopia Central.
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It Sooted Me Do you know what I hate? Wind. There was a time when I didn’t hate wind. A time when I didn’t care one way or another about this weather condition. Now though, I truly do hate it.
by 77thbigby |
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The Retracticity Core The day starts with breakfast, like it always does. Borovan doughnuts today, imported from Neopia, just a rainbow ride away from Roo Island. Jeronie makes coffee for herself, musing while she does.Also by applefaerie99
by crazy_holly_ii |
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Stamp Collecting For Beginners So you want to be an Ultimate Stamp Collector, eh? Well, you’ve come to the right place! Don’t worry, I won’t waste your time with tons of useless pleasantries and introductory nonsense. We’ll get right down to business.
by redken9x9 |
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How to Make a Cybunny Carnival Celebration Cake No celebration would be complete without a cake and the Cybunny Carnival is no exception. But, with the Bakery being in Neopia Central, if you don’t happen to live close by the Breadmaster’s delights could be more than a little stale by the time you reach home. So if you want to impress your friends with so
by equinewhispers |
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Sylva's Spirit: Origins: Part Three Sylva vowed to not say a word to any of the crew about the stranger looking at him .As the day blended into night, makeshift beds were formed out of leaves on the beach. It was cold in the evenings, and leaves didn't do much to keep the heat in. Eliza had approached Sylva, her face bittersweet, thankful to be alive and sad at the situation. The two sat down in the sand, now cool under their paws.
by jrayeb3 |
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