Clams?

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Algernon had heard the myth of the fresh water clams that grew in the waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving. He had resisted looking until he heard that they may be ready for harvest. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa required a license to harvest. the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep when the young Crow came by to purchase a license. The venerable sage wanted the first crop to be his.

Golf?

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Morgan decided to have a yard sale and downsize before migrating south for the winter. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa asked guests to clear out their storage locker by the end of August. the Face of Everyman had his eye on a nice set of golf clubs.

Antlers

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In an exercise of pure vanity Arnold stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He hoped to receive compliments on his amazing antlers. Instead, the Face of Everyman reminded him that annual dues to the Golf Club were due the 1st of August.

Grave News

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the Face of Everyman called Mullard aside and broke the grave news as gently as he could: “Half of the House Sparrows in European capitals had disappeared. Studies have produced no reason. There has been no sign of your cousin Louie.” Flags at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be flown at half staff for thirty days.

Spokesperson

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The spokesperson against global warming and forest fires was only in town briefly. A quick lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa buffet with a few civic leaders was all she had time for this trip. Even the Face of Everyman had to rely on grainy security footage and images shot by the Paparazzi.

Confounded

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Little Pronoun was out exploring the bright new world of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman remained confounded by the rapid changes in culture; even here on the this remote section of the Pacific flyway. He was unsure as to how to respond to even a cheery “Hello.”