from Tomiro's Book : Monday 128:th of Dreamember 2048

Merry new ending, Tomiro! This hot winter morning you don't have to deliver old letters down your endless cave system. We sent for an automatic bicycle to pick you up, instead of magnetic tubetrainwagon which has been stolen. That happened as Conductor Ragnwald went outside to fish some gold, leaving his tubeline to drive completely alone for a whole round. Up cross the human shopping center graveyard, you find more canned pineapple goblins and never played triangular chessboards. When reaching Drottninggatan, we let you watch our eight hands together. Through strange, greenish windows you glimpsed a travelling map for 2049.






= one more story made of 100 words

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