I walk in holding Jupiter. Bob was in my hand. Jupiter scrambles in a slow way. I threw Bob on my new desk and went to feel the bed. It was soft and comfy. So I lied there a while, thinking about the poor satyr who died bravely. I didn't even know his name. Jupiter crawled on me. I hugged him. Then I set him down and went to explore this camp.
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