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Farewell Performance

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Farewell Performance

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I’m Glad I Waited, by a Sacrificial Virgin

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I, Cthulhu, or, What’s A Tentacle-Faced Thing Like Me Doing In A Sunken City Like This (Latitude 47° 9′ S, Longitude 126° 43′ W)?

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Notes From an Emergency Meeting of the Institute for the Study of Cephalopod Progress

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Overtime

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I Speak Fluent Giraffe: The Accursed Waning Ossuary

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I Speak Fluent Giraffe: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Night-Gaunt

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The Tempest Wakens

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I Speak Fluent Giraffe: Rudolph, the Pink-Skinned Deep One

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I Speak Fluent Giraffe: At the Libs of Madness

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I Speak Fluent Giraffe: The Other Other Gods

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I Speak Fluent Giraffe: Nyarlathotep, I’m Breaking Up with You

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“There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.”

C.S. Lewis, The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader

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