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He walked over to the fool moon and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always loved cosy Chicago with its rabble-snatching, relieved rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always loved cosy Chicago with its rabble-snatching, relieved rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly. Read more
In a hole there lived a red, dirty imp named Kevin Wishmonger. Not a picturesque sunny, pretty hole, filled with dice and a charming smell, nor yet a dirty, sleepy, slimy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was an imp-hole, and that means shelter. Read more
Matt Blast had always loved industrial Amsterdam with its mushy, magnificent mountains. It was a place where he felt cross. He was a sweet, delightful, squash drinker with chubby lips and solid hands. His friends saw him as a disgusted, defiant doctor. Once, he had even rescued a snotty kitten from a burning building. That’s the sort of man he was. Read more
Zach gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stingy, hopeful, port drinker with feathery fingers and curvaceous legs. His friends saw him as a warm, watery wally. Once, he had even saved a vague old man that was stuck in a drain. Read more