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"It looks like he can travel wherever he wants. Baba thinks we'll see him when he wants to see us." said Baba. "But we should talk to him, fir-" Baba ...

Baba softened, guilty for having made Lira more upset. "He was with them." Baba accused quietly. "They weren't attacking him. Both you and Baba saw him there, at two different ...

Baba froze in Lira's arms, their own still around her, under the weight of their new senses. Lira's warmth, softly cutting into Baba's cold, soaked frame. The squish of human ...

Lira had lost her home. Baba was frightened of the possibility that the shadow imps would return to Halloween Town while Baba was away, but that was only a possibility. ...

"Oh. Baba doesn't know. Let's find one." Unprompted, Baba ran off and accosted the nearest adult, by the postbox yonder. A whimsical, Gepetto-ish carpentery looking fellow, for a whimsical, terracotta

Blood bank. Baba began to picture cavernous gothic vaults filled with sacks, bank tellers with bat ears and big fangs. Baba's train of thought got stuck somewhere in between picturing ...

Baba sprung up, and looked into the kind girl’s face. It was true. She was the same! Then… then that meant she was lost, too. She needed somebody. Baba finally ...

Baba peeped out from the box, just looking over the edge. "Um." said Baba, “Hi.” and disappeared into the box again. The reply continued from inside, "Baba, um...Baba's town just ...

Short version, Baba is a rambunctious genderless living scarecrow child from the world of Halloween Town. Baba lives on a farm with a wolfman named Mr McGregor, chasing crows, meaning ...

Boris propped himself up and sat up a bit, without unscrunching his eyes, and attempted to distract himself from the steady burning sensations by holding onto the words that Aegeas ...

Without moving from handstand position, Baba swivelled their head to look at Ryan and Azalea, and then the bartender. "Oh, you know, it's pretty easy when you don't have nerves. ...

After a few more minutes of despairing over the certainty of excruciating death, the futility of all he had survived, the loved ones he had abandoned for nothing, the catalogue ...

This was not part this was not part of the Boris felt Bo loosen his grip, and resettle at the wrist. This movement brought him back to reality, and in ...

They emerged the brush all dotted in cuts, scrapes, bites, dirt, blood, sweat, saliva, and a number of other fluids that, perhaps mercifully, could not be identified. It was in ...

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