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FANTASY

"Sire, it is the dark and stormy night we have been waiting for", said
Balarion, kneeling down before King Elwenaar but directing his words to
the other Silver Rangers in the room, "thus I volunteer to seek and
smite the Grey Orc in his lair, or perish in the attempt -- if only I
can have two brave men to ride with me, and an umbrella."

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CHILDREN'S LITERATURE

It was a summer morning like any other at the Fatwrights' home, bright
and sunny and smelling of fresh pancakes, when little Timmy's tranquil
life as a typical suburban spoiled brat was permanently changed, in
ways he could never imagine, by an old bit of paper that he found
under the old wardrobe, whose words had all been erased by time,
except for one single and forceful spell: "Become a Certified Tax
Accountant".

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