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A Half-blood Of The Eldest Gods, Shall Reach Sixteen Against All Odds And See The World In Endless Sleep The Hero's Soul, Cursed Blade Shall Reap A Single Choice Shall End His Days Olympus To Preserve Or Raze.

Oh, Hazel Is Awesome," Don Said. "she's So Nice! All The Other Campers Are Like 'go Away Don.' But She's Like 'please Go Away, Don.' I Love Her!

Everyone Hates Clowns," Otis Said. "even Other Clowns Hate Clowns.

If Anyone Asks You If You’re Taken,” I Said, “the Answer Is Yes.” “i Think I Can Live With That,” He Promised. “good,” I Said. “because You Don’t Want To See Me Be Cross.” “too Late.” “shut Up And Dance, Walt.” “shut Up And Dance, Walt.” We Did—with The Music Of A Psychotic Griffin Screaming Behind Us, And The Sirens And Horns Of Brooklyn Wailing Below. It Was Quite Romantic.

Ever Come Home And Found Your Room Messed Up? Like Some Helpful Person (hi, Mom) Has Tried To "clean" It, And Suddenly You Can't Find Anything? And Even If Nothing Is Missing, You Get That Creepy Feeling Like Somebody's Been Looking Through Your Private Stuff And Dusting Everything With Lemon Furniture Polish?