Three's A Crowd (Splatoon)
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Last published Sun, Jun 3, 2018
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'I'm just some random Inkling. They didn't have to approach me that day, but they did. And I couldn't be more thankful.'
A fresh Inkling, Nelly, encounters the freshest Inklings Of Inkopolis. This story shows the fun antics that follow. Enjoy my first story here.
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