Finished Folds (1—4)
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1m the queue of the Nutribullet just three days prior. By some stroke of bad luck, Polly was placed on smoothie row and mercifully after the realization that her pit would NOT blend
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4case of leftovers. Sagan Station had seen its fair share of malady and anomaly, but leftovers were a pretty big pickle to chew. The Commander beckoned to one employee and
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1sour taste in my mouth. There was nothing, no word from any language was adequate for describing the
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3I put down the clod almost immediately with no second thoughts. The earthy musk that clung to my hands would come back to bite me later, but now it was time to see more gardens.