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A Short Story: Strangers In The Dumpster

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We slithered behind like inchworms across a leaf and shivered in the soggy air, listening. “You heard about Leviathan,” a goblin guessed. “Lester, I’m sorry—” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Lester mumbled around his thumb. “Some are demanding an explanation.” “An explanation? The sea monster’s dead. What more do they need? That stupid Captain What’s-His-Name never has shown the troll enough respect,” the goblin snickered. “But we’ll bump him off soon enough.” “Hey, Orsk,” Lester yelled. “What about those wolves, huh?” I glanced between the leaves and saw the goblin’s eyes dilated. His nostrils flared. He pulled Little Lester’s pacifier out of his mouth, and for a second I thought he was going to stab him with it, but he just scraped the mud off the sole

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