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((Okie what now?))
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px; color: snow;][justify][size=7pt]((I DUNNO))
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((I think I'll just bring in Wilber.))
Wilber swiftly glided through the sky with his umbrella in the air.
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px; color: snow;][justify][size=7pt]Marx continued his way to the library
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Wilber's eyes suddenly widen when he was about to land on the handless purple guy with a Chester hat "WATCH Ou-!"!" Only he was to late and landed on him with a big bump.
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px; color: snow;][justify][size=7pt]The jester tripped, slamming his face on the floor once more. "What's up with people crashing into me these days?"
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"Oh let me guess you bumped into that dog earlier today haven't ya?" He said getting off, whiling dusting off his rainbow umbrella.
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"What's it to yah?" He said, grunting. -
"I was finishing my gliding when I realized you were the landing spot." Wilber said dusting his own self off, before helping Marx up.
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bump! -
He dusted the last remains f dirt on his umbrella.
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"Well then, what now?" he asked rudely. -
"Think this is a goodbye for now mate" Wilbur responded as he prepared his umbrella for the next wind to come.
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"Hey! You can't just leave me here!" Marx complained like a child. -
"Eh stop her complaining why don't ya want me to leave?" Wilbur asked, lowering his umbrella a bit.
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"'Cause..." He tried to make some phony explanation. "Umm, I might fall?" -
He looked at horizon, frowning. There was nothing but grass and a plain smooth dirt path leading to where ever it was going.