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Eventually, he couldn’t say anything other than the name of the very people who left him behind. Pippins pressed his lips into a tight line; he recognized the twinge of bitterness twisting deep into his chest, something ugly and selfish growing in the space it carved out in him.
“Can't I be of any use to you?”
A story about how the green Pippins became Small Mike.
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08 Dec 2025