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- He got up and went back to the mirror. There was not a lot of time. Things in the mirror were closer than they appeared.
- There was a slithering noise, a breathless moment of silence, and a crash like a bag of skittles being dropped. The Death of Rats winced. The raven took off hurriedly.
- HELP ME UP, PLEASE, said a voice from the shadows. AND THEN PLEASE CLEAN UP THE DAMN BUTTER.
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- The Thief of Time - p18
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