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Fluffy or Shiny?
Fluffy or Shiny? Toula’s job was simple: Kill everything on the alien moon. As tasks went, it was so straightforward even she could wrap her mind around it. She knew she wasn’t that bright, and that self-awareness was a rare attribute among stupid people. Toula had a one-track mind, usually involving shiny things. So they told her there was a shiny thing on the other side of the moon, but she needed to kill everything she encountered while getting there. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Toula had no idea what that actually meant but she liked saying the words. They dropped her off from orbit. The moon was small so the gravity was softer. That meant she’d weigh less, they told her! How lovely, she’d been wanting to lose some extra weight for months now. She saw the ground coming in closer a
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