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Let's just begin with the grass. You might think 'how is grass out of this world?' Well, it was red, and not fake at all, because when I stepped on it they all tied themselves together into braids that were hard enough to walk on. I looked back over my shoulder, and I saw that the man that probably just bought me as a slave smiled at me. 'Where am I?', but he just gestured that he couldn't understand me. But, if he couldn't, how could Boggie? Did Boggie learn English? Speaking of him, where in God's name was he?

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I got pulled out of my dream with a 'wakey wakey' of a voice I recognized. I opened my eyes and looked straight into the blob's face.

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Dalea watched him as Boggie, one of her workers, slipped into the tavern, he couldn't walk after all. He held a girl in his arms. 'I got her, ma'am.' 'No shit, I'm not blind.', she realised she said that out loud when Boggie started looking sad, which she quickly excused herself for. Sad people work less hard. 'It doesn't matter,' he said. 'But, what should I do with the girl, ma'am?' 'Put her on the couch till she wakes up, I guess.'

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I now understood the purpose of the ears, but that was literally the only thing I understood of the entire thing that was going on. I started screaming. Maybe, if I knew better, I wouldn't have screamed. I wasn't in pain, and as far as I know now I wasn't in danger either. But in my defense: it is in my nature okay, screaming is more automatic to me than eating, or even breathing. So that was what I did: I screamed. Mister Ugly didn't seem to like it, since he turned around and screamed something back to me (in contrast to me he was actually saying a sentence), but I continued screaming. At some point he seemed to have enough of it, so he looked at what probably was his right arm, which he then slammed me to side of my head with. I can confirm jelly pudding hurts.

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After about three hours of nearly-dying, we came to the end of the road. It was like a border. At the end of the road, the pine trees that grew on both sides of the path for the entire length of it, stopped along with the bumpy piece of shit. I looked behind and I saw trees as far as my eyes could look, but not one of them grew beyond the border. Then I turned around, to see what was in front of me. And, of course it had to be nothing.

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Apart from the fact that the green slimy mess that was riding the horses had a smell that you could smell even if you were three miles away, and I'm not meaning that in a positive way, the road hurted. The road was littered with boulders, and laying in a cage while being carried by horses on a road like that: I'm just gonna promise you that it sucks.

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