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Two people walked down the street. As they got further away, they seemed to get smaller. There was a bird on the right flying southeast. The bird used to live in a nest behind Dave’s house. We think they left last summer. My name’s Jack. Four people ate cotton candy. There was stickiness. A bell went off. A dwarf barfed under the big top. Well, I wouldn’t say I’m a “dwarf”. My chin burned against my chest as I stormed into makeup. People were doing things.

Date Written: June 10, 2005
Author: Ewan Snow
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06/10/2005 Mr. Pony: It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
06/13/2005 Litcube: This is Buyeresque.
06/13/2005 TheBuyer: Litcube, that might be why it -speaks- to me.