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Thing is (said one of the forest creatures), we all have clear memories of your mandalas, and some of us with opposable thumbs have taken pictures of them, using a thing we found on the trail and worked out how to use. Tee hee hee.

(But then, relenting, it collapsed at her feet, sobbing and sniffling uncontrollably)

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