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Fletch the Oven Master

The fluorescent glow of the Pizza Hut kitchen had never been Fletch's preferred lighting. His natural habitat, the realm of the orcs, boasted the harsh, beautiful glare of volcanic ash and the flickering torchlight of cavernous halls. Here, it was the relentless hum of fryers and the clatter of pizza trays. Fletch, an ogre-type monster whose hulking frame barely fit beneath the low-slung ceilings, had endured another shift. The final buzzer for the last delivery order echoed like a distant war drum. Fletch, whose official title was, "Oven Master & Dough Specialist", slammed a fresh Supreme into its thermal bag. "Done", he rumbled, a sound that made the teenage cashier jump. The red Pizza Hut polo, stretched taut across his broad, greenish chest, felt like a straightjacket. The smell of processed cheese and stale bread clung to him like a desperate limpet. He didn't bother with the staff locker room. The polo was ripped off with a single, powerful tug...
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Emerelda and Esmerelda



Emerelda was a woman of emeralds, quite literally. Her eyes, the color of unripe olives, seemed to glow in the light, as if they were somehow imbued with the same precious gemstone that adorned her every inch. From the tips of her ears, where emerald studs glinted in the sun, to the delicate chain of emeralds that wrapped around her neck, down to the emerald ring on her finger that never seemed to leave her hand, she was a walking treasure.
But it wasn't just her appearance that was striking. Emerelda had a presence about her that was both alluring and intimidating, like a majestic bird of prey that could be both gentle and fierce. She moved with purpose and grace, every step a calculated dance that drew the eye and commanded respect.
It was no wonder that Esmerelda, a woman of mystery and intrigue, had captured the attention of many. Rumors swirled around her, whispering of a hidden past and a tragic love affair that had left her heartbroken and guarded. Some said she was a witch, able to control men with just a glance. Others claimed she was a goddess, descended from the heavens to bless the mortal realm with her beauty.
Whatever the truth may be, Emerelda remained an enigma, her secrets tucked away behind a facade of emeralds. And as she walked through the bustling streets of the city, her emerald gaze never faltered, keeping her true intentions hidden from prying eyes.

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