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when sunday invaded monday

on a monday morning, who knows what might happen.

ravan was chasing me. he had ten heads and ten faces and ten sets of teeth bared as he sprinted...

steam rose in quiet swirls from the tea cup. the sky was cloudy, a faint hint of tea leaf in the...

she wasn’t very tall, had a slight figure, hair in a bun, a pleasant expression, nothing...

“bzzzzzzzzzz!” it was the carpenter bee. black and rotund and a little hazy as it...

“i think,” said the frog, frowning wisely, “you start feeling freedom once you...