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 <title>orungano (tiff)'s status on Wednesday, 12-Feb-14 23:43:13 UTC</title>
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 <html>@&lt;span class=&quot;vcard&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://rainbowdash.net/user/1768&quot; class=&quot;url&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fn nickname mention&quot;&gt;snowcone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was a Wednesday. The smell of ripe nerd sweat filled the air. A mass of discarded calculator cadavers littered the floor after the not-to-be-mentioned-again incident. Standing at the podium was a boy. Short, lean, and with a pair of spectacles on his face and underwear clinging around his forehead. That boy was holding up a snowcone to the microphone. Drips of sweat or snow or God knows what fell from the icy treat, to the cone it rested on to the ground below. &amp;quot;We need an answer,&amp;quot; the judge said. The snowcone inhaled. &amp;quot;Red no ecchi.&amp;quot; The crowd paused, and then cheered. The judges applauded; the aforementioned of the three revealed a chocolate amulet - as dignifying as it was delicious - and he stuck it right in the snowcone's face. Right in there. Deep.</html>
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