By George, Reginald, I think we've stumbled upon an enclave of Catholics
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For generations adventurers and scholars had searched, but in the end it was two boys skipping stones who first saw the sky fish
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Even in the goblin woods she knew she would be safe with Squeaky Whiskerton by her side small
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He always felt a bit nauseous when she decided that they needed an adventure
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He made one mistake when he went gigging that day; he thought he was the hunter, not the hunted
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He secreted himself behind the wall to watch their prancing and gamboling
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He visited when he could, his love undiminished
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Her absence was like the susurration of wings constantly whispering about him (detail)
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She knew fairies were like time, all around, in between the things to which we pay attention
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Timothy never let differences stand in the way of friendship
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They could never hide for long from Carlos LaRue
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