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Day 105 – The Island Giants
“Your explanations of pressing plates and erupting volcanoes, that may be how it works for you, but here it’s giants.”
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Day 104 – The Owl Prime Minister
Brovicio clucked a congratulations to himself as he waddled through the Parliamentary Tree for the ceremonial taking of oaths.
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Day 103 – The Mad House
There is a manor at the end of a lane. In the center of that manor there is a cloud, which stretches tendrils into everyone who comes near.
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Day 101 – The Postcards
‘Dear Bill- Saw a shark today. Hope to see dolphins tomorrow. Love always, Vivian.’
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Day 100 – The Chosen One
Cyril found it impossible not to laugh at his lack of irony, which seemed to confuse the cloaked figure. “This is no joke, boy. You are meant for greatness.”
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Day 99 – The College Philosopher
“I don’t want someone telling me how I think, you know? I just want to be me. There’s all this pressure to, like, be something, and there’s no time spent just being.”
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Day 97 – The Retirement Community
The bottom of the pool was black – one of those fancy lagoon pools – so the moonlight glinted off the water strangely, illuminating the palest man Malcolm had ever seen, reclining on a pool chair nearby.
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Day 96 – The Black Cat
She was giving a bad penny a wide berth on the way home from school, when a voice came out of the cherry blossom tree nearby.
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