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So what’s this about Miller’s Bridge?” Tink asked. They stood at the crest of a hill and looked down at the impassable mayhem of the Mighty Blapp. Oskar’s side had stopped bleeding, but the old man was near exhaustion. He had been running since that morning, first stealing the Fangs’ donkey from the stable behind Ferinia’s Flower Shop, then driving the donkey north and into the perils of the forest, only to be forced to run when he finally reached his friends.
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