From: [[]] You fling pebbles idly into the Stolen River, one by one […]. Quite suddenly, a Drownie's head breaks the tarry surface. "I wrote that!" he cries - approvingly? Accusingly? Wonderingly? You speak the next line together. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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