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Steampunk Beetle

Steampunk beetle knew how to dress. He was always immaculate, never a mess. I liked his monocle too, I must confess. I visited him often in the home of my grandma Bess. The one thing that he did of which I could not agree…. He replaced body parts with metal, first an arm, then a knee. Why do you do this? I asked; it was weird as far as I could see. I want to be as steampunk as I can possibly be.

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