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Gotta love the Old Ones.
As the Old One opened his slavering mouth (I couldn’t help but notice he had little auburn hairs sticking out of his elongated ears that, personally, would have driven me crazy during a windy day in Arkham) and started to devour me, I had but a moment left in which to type these final words on my typewriter before the inevitable chomping noise sta -
Dr. Drib
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