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❝Les mots ont été volés droit de nos lèvres. Il était inévitable, la fin de ce conte.❞
No one can recall the last encounter with the thief; he's a slippery devil, sly as a fox, thin as paper and toxic.
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Beware the hands that pluck out commas and vowels! And should you be victim to his uncanny tricks, pray his belly isn't hungry for a paragraph.
Keep two eyes on ten fingers there's a thief among us. Writ- with cauti-n.
D-n't l-t th- th--f t-k- wh-t's r..... .. ... .. . .
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Short Story❝keep two eyes on ten fingers, there's a thief among us❞ { s c r a p s }
