As the golden sun blazed across the lake, Mark’s phone buzzed; alerting him that the incense had worked. Three Pikachus were nearby.
The game is afoot.
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Oh, and… that kiln; those plates…not part of the Pokemon thing? Inquiring minds, and all that.
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Oops
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I always feel that “The game is afoot” should be accompanied by a picture of a foot. But that’s just me 🙂
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Excellent!
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thanks
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