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And so, Bauzaloozabub traversed the desert. The fleshy protuberance jutting from his scalp acted as a kind of sail, creating wind drag and sliding him across the desert sand with little effort.
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In this way, Bauzaloozabub traversed the harsh climate of the desert. All the time, the wind drew him nearer to the oasis where he had spent so many summers as a young child...
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...but he couldn't remember anything specific about his past. This was, in fact, because he had never been to the oasis in his life, and this was a false memory implanted by the man in the dark robe.
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