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Off Limits
by bobtehcat1 | | Description: Unbe-leaf-able. |
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An Unexpected Grey Day
by bobtehcat1 | | Description: Some grey side effects |
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The Mystery Behind Spooky Food
by bobtehcat1 | | Description: "You are what you eat," as they say. |
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Grave Danger
by bobtehcat1 | | Description: Surprisingly not as dangerous as you'd think. |
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French Flies
by bobtehcat1 | | Description: For those with refined taste buds.
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Sauce Packets
by bobtehcat1 | | Description: Resist the temptation |
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Hexed
by bobtehcat1 | | Description: Petpets can't actually curse their owners... Right...? |
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 The Big Move:Part Five
After sending everyone off, I knew I had only a limited amount of time before they all came back to the house. Actually, the more I thought of it, the more I realized that there was probably going to be a lot of distractions with everyone interacting with each other for a long period of time so I had a bit of time on my hands.
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 King Altador's Substitute:Part Four
Eventually, Queen Nera managed to fix everything. The small yooyu island had been fully repaired, the Hall of Heroes ceiling was fixed, the altachucks had been found and returned to their cages, and everything seemed to be in order, finally.
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 Regar and the Potion
The light from the fire was just bright enough to illuminate Regar’s desk. The parchments were rolled up onto each other, the wet ink smearing at the corners. The fire also shone an orange light onto the other fixtures of Regar’s home: the tall bookshelf filled with every magic book under the sun, potions that had been passed down from masters to apprentices for thousands of years, specimens that seemed to move when just out of eyeshot, a rusty kettle atop an old wooden end table, a thick shaggy coat that hung on the wall beside an intricate walking stick, and, finally, a musty cot, taken from an abandoned cabin and covered with moss to add comfort.
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