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Date: Saturday, 26 February 2011 18:12 (UTC)
Dustfinger's eyes narrowed.

"Do you try to insult me?" he asked.

But he stood up, took the lemons and threw them in the air. He caught them again and then started to juggle in low and high cascades. At least they should see that he knew how juggling went.

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