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The Final Hatting, Part IIBig Zen Hats: The Final Hatting
An epic tale by Baeacnkgi
Upon waking the next morning, Dinah found herself alone. She stood and clambered into the forest where she found a fully-furnished self-cleaning washroom. The usage fee was 10¢, but she smiled as she found a roll of dimes and a sticky note with a "" drawn on it taped to the door. Ten minutes later she came out wearing what was probably the nicest white dress and pair of high heels anyone had ever seen. No one would ever know Dinah's secret; how she could produce extravagant clothing with nothing but the proper amount of liquid foam soap. It was how she kept so much closet space in contrast with her unlimited number of outfits.
She climbed the hill in her heels, of course and reached the top to find Edaniel, Edrear, and Vincent posing dramatically.
The Final Hatting, Part IBig Zen Hats: The Final Hatting
An epic tale by Baeacnkgi
Dinah stared into her hands at the device that had just been placed there.
"What . . . What is it?"
"That? That's simply the most useful invention you could ask for, given your quest. I call it 'Sweet Loretta'. Go ahead, try her out!"
Dinah obeyed the floating, cupcake-attire'd, sparkle-tiara'd, muffin-eating woman before her and switched the radar on. In the direction of the largest tunnel, an arrow appeared on the screen. It blinked slowly.
"Marty, what the heck is it?"
"It's an abandonment-complex detector."
" . . . Ah!" Dinah'
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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