Our good boy Doggo has turned into a Crabby. He dug a hole on the beach, but not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a crabby-hole and that meant comfort. As he waits for the all mighty, peace disturber magician that would take him for an epic adventure, something begins to happen. A sprout began to grow. Will it survive?- Is it the time? Said Crabby.
No one knows. But Crabby is right about one thing. Its just a matter of TIME.
No one knows. But Crabby is right about one thing. Its just a matter of TIME.
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"I am looking for someone to share in an adventure" -Said the greybeard sorcerer.
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Someone pinch me. Volume greater than 100 000 000 USD. We reached ATH volume.
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edit: 1 000 000 000$