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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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Two Loyal Companions

In the mountains of Scotland, where the wind howls and the rain never seems to cease, there lived a Scotsman with a heart as expansive as the glens and lochs surrounding his humble abode. It was a simple existence, but one filled with contentment and joy, especially when he was joined by his two loyal companions: a Golden Retriever and a Border Collie.
The three of them were making their way back from a long walk, the dogs bounding ahead of their master, until they reached the edge of Loch Ness. The Golden Retriever, ever the adventurer, couldn't resist the sparkling waters and plunged in, causing the Border Collie to pause and watch in bemusement.
"Come on laddie!" the Scotsman called, beckoning to his canine companions. The Golden Retriever eagerly followed, but not before collecting his fellow dog, who had decided to join in the fun and splash in the water as well.




The three of them spent a blissful moment in the water, the coldness of the Loch forgotten in the warmth of their bond. As they made their way back to the shore, the Scotsman couldn't help but feel grateful for the loyal companionship of his two furry friends. In that moment, life felt perfect, and he knew that as long as he had them by his side, he would always find joy in the simplest of moments. 

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