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In the Underbridge (Part XVII)

(Continued from Part XVI) “I’ve heard of those games,” Fletcher said. “Those Olympics Were where that guy Michael Phelps beat did his swim tricks With something like seven gold medals, or so. Michael Spitz was his name, I think, wasn’t … Continue reading

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In the Underbridge (Part XVI)

(Continued from Part XV) “Now, turtles are students of history, so I can vouch for a lot of this, but I don’t know Whether either of you have the context required To understand how triathlon was inspired. Does the name … Continue reading

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In the Underbridge (Part XV)

(Continued from Part XIV) “So, why should you trust what I tell you above [Insert internet search engine site that you love]? Because I heard it firstflipper from Tita Tiki, My Auntie, a honu who lives off Waikiki. (I call … Continue reading

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In the Underbridge (Part XIV)

(Continued from Part XIII) “Once upon a more intro-cliché-ridden time,” The turtle continued, “this story that I’m Now relating took place in a land far away– Well, a couple of lands…what I’m trying to say Is that all of this … Continue reading

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In the Underbridge (Part XIII)

(Continued from Part XII) “Um, I didn’t hear anything,” Fletcher said. “Elena?” Her lips zipped, she just shook her head. “Was something supposed to have happened just then?” Fletcher asked. “Could you possibly do it again? ‘Cause we missed it. … Continue reading

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In the Underbridge (Part XII)

(Continued from Part XI) “What is that, sugar?” Elena inquired. “What’s–” “Please,” said the turtle, “before we get mired In what these things are or are not, let me state That you’ll understand soon, if you’re patient, and wait. Can … Continue reading

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In the Underbridge (Part XI)

(Continued from Part X) Fletcher blinked, but Elena said, “Papa? It’s Michael–” “I thought so! And tell me, does he like to cycle And swim and go running? I’m betting he does….” Fletcher nodded. “Now, your turn. You know this … Continue reading

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