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| Machinima Open Studio - LEA20 - 2012 |
I took a chair and sat to rest. My feet hurt, my head
hurt and boredom invaded every cell of my body. I feel asleep pretty quickly and
dreamt of oddly shaped teapots and horrendous curses. A story was told by a
giraffe in foreign carrots, yes that was a language, and everything smelled of freshly
baked apples. The worst part was when I woke up. Someone said in a disgusted
way that I had slept like a huge chair made of bamboo. Like a… huh? And I am,
still today, trying to figure out exactly how bad that looked!
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