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Every Halloween, one special pumpkin appeared in the village. This year it was shaped like a strange frog with a bulging heart. The old men whispered that it was a sign that an ancient soul lived in the frog. At night, when the pumpkins began to glow, the frog came to life. Quietly, without a sound, she slid off the porch, her eyes glowing purple and her heart beating. Anyone who met her gaze disappeared without a trace. The next morning, the pumpkin was there, but with a cracked heart and no frog shape.
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The grim face twisted into a grimace, and he leaned forward, slowly, strainedly, as if with great effort, and uttered: "Where is my milk, Sir?" The question hung in the air, leaving everyone in the room bewildered. It seemed as if time itself had stopped at that moment. The silence grew even thicker, and the cat's gaze became heavier. No one dared to move or speak a word; everyone understood that behind this demand lay something far more significant than just a simple desire to quench thirst. /meme
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Minted HAM'S NINE By @loground
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The late dinner was merely preparation for something more significant, and each piece of meat, each sip of wine brought him closer to the inevitable. The title of the painting — "Late Dinner" — reflected not only the moment of the meal but also the approach of a decisive moment in Pepe's life. The food had become a ritual, foretelling upcoming events, and the dark night outside seemed to witness his secret schemes. /meme
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Pepemess Don't let the mess stroke you, consume it yourself /meme
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"Another winter," thought Pepe, each time he looked at the horizon. But deep down, he hoped that someday spring would come, and his heart would beat again with the joy of encountering something new and wonderful. Meanwhile, he continued his journey, leaving footprints in the endless white silence.
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Gm / Ge / Gn The sunset got lower and lower, but the question remained the same Art title: “Who stole my clothes?” /cryptoart
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Gm Farcaster fam It is my first post here Art title: Early Morning
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