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(It was hot and heavy. Mesus paced. *drag* *pull* Bad One played with his magnifying glass. *spin* *flip* The water was rising! Idealism, reality. The waters of reality were eating away at the shoreline. *nom nom nom* Mesus, quick, get your hammer. *dig* *scrape* *swing* After a little hard work, they felt comfortable their island would not be washed away under their feet, and so they rested.)
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