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... ther, there used to be. To say they fell on the cakes and they were gone – they vanished like cookies left out in an orphanage.
Even sprinting, by the time I’d reached the barrel, someone had dunked his head in. Goblins were struggling and pushing each other, and about a fourth of the water was ending up on the floor.
My skills at elbowing my fellows out of the way were lacking, and I only got two double-handfuls of water that day.
By observing others, I learned which cor ...
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