“Are these the snooters?” “You mean, snow scooters Glo?” “Yes, snooters, that’s what I said Mavis, don’t be bloody snooty with me” “They’re jolly small, init?” “Don’t be silly girls, 250 pounds max weight it says! With us as light as air, even with that mop of hair, it’ll carry us to Texas in no time” “Texas? ... · ID #1218 (continued)
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August 2, 2009 at 1:03 am #2267

Keymaster

Harvey nodded to Aspidistra when he told her:

“Has been the same cloud over and over… Ain’t it weird?… must be because the cloud’s random feeds on new inputs…”

“Oh look, it looked like it budged!”

Before their eyes, in the awkward silence, a slightly new message appeared like a new clue to their next adventures:

“dear lavender odd world seen wonder
otherwise attempt movements inner communications
Arona less escape later
nobody dream dancing god side needed”

“Are these the snooters?” “You mean, snow scooters Glo?” “Yes, snooters, that’s what I said Mavis, don’t be bloody snooty with me” “They’re jolly small, init?” “Don’t be silly girls, 250 pounds max weight it says! With us as light as air, even with that mop of hair, it’ll carry us to Texas in no time” “Texas? ... · ID #1218 (continued)
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