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A good imagination gone bad?

Nearly 800 words dictated to dragon today (and the mishearings are growing fewer, and, alas, less silly).
There is still mud.
Tentacular, flesh-chewing, blood-sucking mud.
I am writing pulp. I'm doomed.

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