I leave for half an hour-
The W.O.L.F. agents have escaped with the victory, despite our best efforts. There appears to be a box from that man full of glitter tiaras and giant glittery bean bag chairs for the legitimate W.O.L.F.s and their mole. As for the rest of us . . . we'll have to swallow the bitter pill that life has delivered us
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