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Line 57: + + + + + + + + + − When asked about the millions of reports of anonymous gifts found beneath Yule Trees again this year, Kanundrum merely stated, "Heresay. I've only ever gotten Groklinite." − − Despite his arguments, and the unfortunate noxious gas poisoning incident at the now-infamous Muletide Greetings Holiday Shop, people continued to fill department stores to the brim, trying to force their way into the outrageously long lines to have their children's pictures taken with the Father Yules which seemed to almost outnumber the customers.
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miracle that, of those participating in the initial trials earlier in the year, most men were still alive and all the women had survived.
The first mid-year deployment of the drug by DT Pharmaceuticals was met by less than enthusiastic acceptance from the public. By Yuletime, however, sales of the pill were brisk and the nation was experiencing a massive decline in crime and an amazing new openness in the halls of government. Total uniformity and honesty had become the watchword in Paradox.
Father Yule continued to refuse to make his annual visit due to the ongoing legal action centering on over four million counts of breaking and entering.
As the end of the year approached, fears of evolutionary loss of our eyes and teeth seemed to have been unfounded.
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You reach to press the button again when a Wessonian Museum security guard rushes your way, tripping over an ottoman in the process. He picks himself up, straightens his uniform and ushers you out, explaining that this room is not open to the general public. You really don't want to bear the brunt (or should that be brant) of a whack from his heavy-looking flashlight, so you should probably leg it. Pronto.
You reach to press the button again when a Wessonian Museum security guard rushes your way, tripping over an ottoman in the process. He picks himself up, straightens his uniform and ushers you out, explaining that this room is not open to the general public. You really don't want to bear the brunt (or should that be brant) of a whack from his heavy-looking flashlight, so you should probably leg it. Pronto.