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... Jitters." Tears welled up in her multifaceted eyes. No more snuggling on the couch with him, no more playing Jitters hide and Feloni seek with him, and no more traumatizing Mister Buzzy by French kissing him. Her tiny, beetly id snapped under the strain. "I can't go through with it! I have to run away and go see Jitters now. And I have to sell my soul to ForestFiends. Please save me a big slice ...

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