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Weekly Contest #121
The golden autumn envelope lies on the last standing table in the Cafeteria. The remaining tables were folded against the south wall. Their undersides showed the gum and phallic elementary drawings to no one. The emblem is clear as day, and it's the crest of the Royal Family. "You messed up somewhere, Arthur. They are probably calling for your head", Arthur Crawford's soft voice echoes in the empty Cafeteria. Pacing to and frow his hands mindlessly pulling and wrapping around his ponytail. Stopping mid-step, he pauses. "Don't be ridiculous...
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