When Rat ordered a blueberry pie, he didn’t know that it had been poisoned by the Evil Chef. Piece by piece, he devoured his last dream and entered the state of eternal remedy. “Nice job!”, he thought to himself, breaking the third rule of triangular reflection...
It was five minutes to midnight in the Land of Happy Baboons, so nobody was sleeping.
It was five minutes to midnight in the Land of Happy Baboons, so nobody was sleeping.
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