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| It has been eighty minutes. A giant centipede crawled up my pant leg and began screeching hysterically. I would soil myself but I fear the roaches. | |
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| Lucky has gone deeper into the caves in search of crystal formations. He did not say why, but I can only assume it is Applebee's related. | |
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