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January 22, 2010 at 6:34 am #2407
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    The Peaslanders and The Blubbits

    Peanelope smiled serenely as she gazed at the heads of her loved ones.

    “Oh Pixel,” she said, “Is that dust on your eyelid?”

    Chuckling to herself she ran her dusting cloth over his face, relishing the control she now had over her dear ones. One of her greatest pleasures was rearranging them on the mantelpiece. Sometimes, if her mood was poor, or she had one of her many men friends visiting, she would make them face the wall. At dinner time she would place them around the table, each head propped up on a large pile of Pee’s precious encyclopeadias.

    “More blubbit stew, Pee?” she asked.

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    • Two students of the Free the Fiction Writer Within evening course were whispering in a corridor of the Academy before it began. — Did you hear about prof. Moose? — Yes, you mean what happened with Pedro last night? They turned their head at the same time to look at Pedro, another student who arrived recently in ... · ID #2276 (continued)
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