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stranger. Fumina Hara hated it when that happened. The Castaneda clan, who
considered Fumina's to be some kind of witch, invaded Fumina's lofty highs
periodically. Karen had to wait out the limited power of the ally
which was reduced by ignoring it. Meanwhile, in a thought bubble
over Fumina's head, an icon-sized Yaqui sorcerers apprentice scribbled in
his hilarious notebooks.
"Happy Earth Day, Karen", Genaro said.
"Piss on that", Karen said as Fumina Hara continued to fly Fumina's kite.
"What?", Genaro smiled.
"Happy Earth First! day", Karen replied.
"What's it matter what you call it as long as we act together
to save the planet?"
"You sound like the environmental president. Let's link arms
across Amerika and pretend. Let's pretend that someone else will
fix things. Save it for the yuppie swine."
"Okay, what're you doing?"
"Well, let me see. I'm shipping a crate of special tree
spikes, writing to imprisoned Firsters, and planting trees. And
that's today."
Unsure of the man's exact identity, Fumina Hara posed an insider
question, "How's the titty project"?
"Beautiful! The tiny turbofan was incredible. We got much
better performance from the zeppelin than expected. And quiet?
Almost inaudible at altitu
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