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When my Uncle Joe still owned The Book, his brother Jack borrowed it for about three minutes. He used it to go back and forth across time and space, stealing objects. Now we have to return the carriage that Mad Jack stole from Lord Byron. Space may not care, but Time hates having stuff stolen! |
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Open the Plentifax 487, Jodie's time traveler's guide, for information |
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