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It’s times like this– him and Tango up to their necks with things to do, irritable and snippy with stress– that Impulse misses Zedaph the most. — Tucked away on a mountainside, Zedaph watched, eyes wide and burning, as the moon crept ever so slightly closer. [ZEDAPH: is anyone there?]
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Chapter 4 of the space zit fic is up!! how about THAT to start off 2026 >:]















