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The No-Drama Llama wandered down his lovely spread—outside his room. The light-filtered hallway upstairs he had once stumbled over. But this is another story, perhaps, for another time! The expression on his face was generous, and the alcoholic beverages said it all. Though the morning itself was dear to his heart, he would feel like…
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The morning was as usual. The No-Drama Llama was mincing meat with a grinder—at a short-lived cafe.Precious the Cow, remaining on her own, cried and cried to her heart’s content, watching in stupefied horror.“Trying to save the world from cow farts. Sustainability at its finest,” the Llama said.“But this is a no-drama episode,” Precious remarked.“What…
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The No-Drama Llama sat up to exhibit his no-drama shirt and sat across from Precious the Cow at the Llama Café. Precious, who was still half of herself in a dream, was unusually quiet. “Something on your mind?” Asked the Llama, having replaced all of the patience that he had while sipping on his matcha…
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“If there was death, it may lie in the hopes of man, because there lays a population of forces that generate wealth for that.” Gilgamesh spoke. “It is necessary to know much,” Homer then said. “For that matter, even profane worship would be permitted if the devils showed any sign of needing or wanting it.”…
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Anything old, and for that matter anything round, was always absurdly beautiful for the little fox. With no one watching the moon, no voice or howl pursuing its eloquence in the sky, no voice but the cricking sound of the cold wind and the singing of crickets; the little fox hung on the other side…
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