The human race, to which so many of my readers

The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end which is nigh. Much nigher than
the grave tests that the human race now faced as it rose to its true place amongst the stars. For now the tribulations of mere mortals had subsided to the challenges of gods and
atheists. A Buddhist monk examined the journey taken and walked to his temple to study ancient scrolls. The gods of the Hindu's gathered in
behind him to examine the ancient Buddist scrolls. The Interfaith Scroll Council would use their collective knowledge to interpret The Truth once and for all. Rabbi McDougal
did the funky chicken and screamed, "Love Shack Baby!" The interfaith Scroll Council stopped the recitation. Rabbi McDougal have invoked the doctrine of the
Puckleberry glee club. Rachel Berry & Finn Hudson made Quinn for bray quit the club because Mr Shoe died & that was the end of this romantic story. She was forbidden from the quee
qua kom kum ritual because she was unable to trace back her lineage directly to The Old Man of The Mountain, Hassan I Sabbah. Unable to participate meant she would never be able
to eat kumquat again. Or go home, either, which was almost just as sad. Or live, really, which just might be worse. But what of the mysterious and convenient tattoos on her back?
Wait. Did you see that? Look at her tattoos again. Are they moving? We looked at this madman who had appeared in our midst then at the her tattoos and yes they were moving. A gasp
Of surprise was on my face as I saw it fly across the room, while Jenny The Cat watched and tried to grab it. The flying tattoo was too fast for our cat but she tried her best. End

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