and then
fragrantly yet invisibly
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it wafted
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that smell. That inevitable smell.
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Leggo my Eggo!
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her eyes gleamed
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that inevitable sparkle that rang
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sharply through the caves crystals
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how many days had she been trapped in here?
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and where was her phone
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but in her
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shoes, muddy and rain-soaked
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drat! ruined toilet-paper.
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If only I
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could see the salmon-colored sky
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and smell the waffle
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and find the bloody phone
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I'd feel less awful...
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about the rabbid cave-monsters
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if they'd stop
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their gnashing and
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chronic whining despite
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my constant attention.
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And where the hell did Jimmy go? she thought.
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He needs a keeper.
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Any volunteers?
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She asked out loud.
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Sighing noisely, she
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sniffed the air again
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and hummed the
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tune to "Liebestod"
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although the melody
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of death metal
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whined above her.
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It was actually
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a suprisingly mellow
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mood that engulfed
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the orange background
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. She focused only
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on the curvature
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of her spine
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