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  2. #32
    Lake Tahoe once
    was home to
    a scroungy old
    trader named Willet.
    Willet traded materials
    that his tribe
    plundered from extravagant
    locales around the
    dirty lake side
    shack young Boudreaux
    built with many
    plastic and wood
    scraps. One day
    Willet noticed he
    had three fifty
    plastic buttons saved
    for a raft. The raft sank
    when evil neighbours
    sabotaged the bindings
    a vengeful act
    Igniting his rage.
    Willet stormed into
    his mother's bedroom
    one hand on
    his giant sword
    and the other
    on his mom's
    woven grass basket

    it was time
    to end this
    TokTok - Axe Welding Basket Weaver

  3. #33
    Lake Tahoe once
    was home to
    a scroungy old
    trader named Willet.
    Willet traded materials
    that his tribe
    plundered from extravagant
    locales around the
    dirty lake side
    shack young Boudreaux
    built with many
    plastic and wood
    scraps. One day
    Willet noticed he
    had three fifty
    plastic buttons saved
    for a raft. The raft sank
    when evil neighbours
    sabotaged the bindings
    a vengeful act
    Igniting his rage.
    Willet stormed into
    his mother's bedroom
    one hand on
    his giant sword
    and the other
    on his mom's
    woven grass basket.

    It was time
    to end this.

    He rushed out

  4. #34
    the end.(as in period)
    TokTok - Axe Welding Basket Weaver

  5. #35
    Lake Tahoe once
    was home to
    a scroungy old
    trader named Willet.
    Willet traded materials
    that his tribe
    plundered from extravagant
    locales around the
    dirty lake side
    shack young Boudreaux
    built with many
    plastic and wood
    scraps. One day
    Willet noticed he
    had three fifty
    plastic buttons saved
    for a raft. The raft sank
    when evil neighbours
    sabotaged the bindings
    a vengeful act
    Igniting his rage.
    Willet stormed into
    his mother's bedroom
    one hand on
    his giant sword
    and the other
    on his mom's
    woven grass basket.

    It was time
    to end this.

    He rushed out

    The end...

    Or was it?

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