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by Trilby Plants   Hey, mister, whatcha doing? Whittlin. I can see that. What’re you whittling? Wood. Well, duh. No need to be snippy, Missy. Don’t judge me, mister, I’m having a terrible day. I walked a half a mile in these shoes. What are you making? A little figger. What? A bitty person. A… Read More LOST