The Minuscule Sandwich A Short Story by Random Writer Naomi Rabbit looked at the minuscule sandwich in her hands and felt fuzzy. She walked over to the window and reflected on her derelict surroundings. She had always loved deserted Moscow with its talented, tired trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel fuzzy. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Fairydust Blast. Fairydust was a mean bear with pointy ankles and tall hands.
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