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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April 20, 2010 at 10:15 pm #2455

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“Are you saying that all we need is a giant blinking teabag?” inquired Lilac politely.

“Yeah, I think if you get the guage right on the net, it should work like a dream.”

“And what do we do with a giant teabag full of volcano dust?”

“Lava dust tea? Are you kidding? Sells like hotcakes in some dimensions. The bridge tarts are always smuggling it through portals.”

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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