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... t tangled with firefly-fanfare and the twang-twinkle of distant lutes, like the universe had decided our escape deserved an encore of absurdity. Bushes rustle-rustled with reveler-rustics, their bonfires crackle-crackling with conjured confections—marshmallows marsh-melting into mini-mirages, skewers sizzle-sizzling with sausage-sorcery that pop-promised prophecies per bite. My new scone-scepter vibe-vibrated in my grip, its flaky facets flicker-flickering with flaky foresight, syncing seamlessl ...
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