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You just get better and better!

I bet it's because no one nominated him for a Nobel Peace Prize yet.

Something about seeing his skinny legs in those boots reminded me of Lindsay Lohan. Needless to say, the Club King looks infinitely healthier.

He rubbed his arms together; the exoskeletal limbs moaned deeply, like the finely-sculpted wood of a cello. The King loved the deep, cavernous sound generated by his own world of unhappiness, so much so that the Song of the Muse--crooned in infinite glistening harmonies by the Most Divine Creature in the Wood--fell unnoticed.

Then one day, he looked up...

This is great. It is wonderful to see how your work has evolved over the years!

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