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Then Kalyu's rotom thunder waved the primape, and it couldn't move. Kalyu walked up to it, and snatched the hat.
"Hmm, this reminds me of something.." She mused to herself. She tried putting the hat on, but it didn't fit her head well. "So much for that. Augury," The Rotom-H perked to attention. "Let's try target practice. Overheat!" She spun the hat into the air, and the Rotom threw a flame of fire up, burning the hat to ashes and cinders at their feet.
"G'job."
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At the first time, I do my best to try again against the inevitable tragedy. In the second time, I become disgusted towards the inevitable tragedy. The third time, disgust is overwhelmed into painfulness. But by the seventh time, this all becomes a farce comedy.
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