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Fred kicked aside the easel, splattering art supplies everywhere. A glazed
look came over his eyes. "Fred?" said Astra. Fred spun around three times. "Fred isn't here right now." he said in a calm, almost child-like voice. "The spirits of dead teenagers are here. We will get the drawings of the naked ladies or the spirits of dead bullies will crush us painfully." "Bless us all." said Ardua. "We're being ogled by the deaceased and socially maladjusted!" Fred shook his head. A few drops of blood fell from his left nostril.
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