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| Monroe's Laboratory Fall now came to the monotone blue planet. The Nyancos didn’t know what to do with themselves during the long autumn nights. “When night falls on this planet, it becomes pitch black and there’s nothing to do,” the black cat Monroe said as she yawned. She shut herself up in her room. What is she going to invent? |
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