Poetry

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It was like physical poetry, how slowly and beautifully Whumpee collapsed. They stumbled backwards towards the wall after the final strike from Whumper and then slid down towards the ground.. and Whumper's open arms.

"You did so well today, Whumpee. Rest now, we will freshen you up later and have something to eat, ok?"

Whumpee tried to murmur a response but they were so deep in the throes of their unconsciousness. Whumper laid their Whumpee down gently on their ragged blanket that they called a bed, dimmed the lights, and pulled up a chair so they could enjoy the view.

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