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Another day had gone by for Mitchell Whitty and he was preparing for his night out. The spandex tights were a little hard to tug over his rotund waist, but comic books had taught him that you couldn’t be a superhero without tights. His hood slipped over his balding head last and then his costume was complete. Mitchell would strike fear in the hearts of all that abused the English language. He was Grammar Man and he was protecting the city tonight!
Slipping out his apartment window, Grammar Man overheard a conversation in which someone used the word “ tooken”. Aghast, he dropped from t
I forgot this was you.
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They made a statue of us, they made a statue of us, our noses have begun to rust.
That fantastic icon there? Ohyes. Made by the fantabulous ~MoonBalloon. I love her so.
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Tomo um café e um guaraná pra me animaaar...
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