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It was a perfect combination of so many different colours- red, white, blue, yellow, splattered all over the place. It brought peace to me, this place. It was the only place I felt a little at peace in the mansion. With the basket I found lying around in the kitchen, I headed straight for the mushrooms I spotted from inside Alpha Damon's room. I loved mushrooms, partly because of how they tasted and partly because I knew how to identify the poisonous kind. It felt good to possess uncommon knowledge. I walked through the garden, my eyes sifting through the numerous mushrooms just sitting there. Anything with a shade of red on it was probably poisonous so I avoided that. With time I feared tha

It smells like umami and is delicious. Like getting a jackpot, she was right in her suspicion that this oak tree contained the fungus he had been looking for all this time. She held the white object with great enthusiasm. Her first search turned out to be fruitful. Two medium-sized mushrooms she thought were enough to take home and were addressed by Uncle Lashawn. Rena stood up and turned around, but her eyes widened because someone was waiting behind her. "Ah, you startled me." "You got that rare mushroom?" The woman wearing a thick coat looked at Rena's hand holding a mushroom.

Above the clearing, where the girl and her mentor settled down to rest, a sweet mushroom spirit floated. The student smiled as she stirred the stew. Kleskh was not picky, but he did not like mushrooms - passion. And precisely because he hated them to the point of mental inversion, the girl deliberately kept a handful of dried mushrooms at the bottom of her shoulder pad. Kref grew up on the shores of the Evil Sea. They did not know and did not eat mushrooms there. Therefore, he could mutter two turns about these "slugs" and never repeat himself. The girl chuckled, foreseeing how the mentor would burst out, returning from the forest to the parking lot.

The statistics reflected in their mecha confirmed their suspicions that the temperature of their surroundings was continuously dropping. Along with the change in sand, shadows of bare and crooked trees came into view. Very soon they came across clusters of mushrooms growing out of what looked like twisted withered logs and gnarly branches. The mushrooms had round caps that were as large as a typical soccer ball. It looked like it was secreting some kind of icky green and yellow mucus, that upon closer inspection were actually another new variant of gemstones. Naoko's hair reflexively stood on its end when she recalled about how the original soul had died a slow and agonising death because of

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She also planned to discuss about how her pack would adapt with the new environmentc which was more organized and surrounded by stronger members. When she had reached the first floor, she noticed that the table was already cleaned since it looked neat. Yet, there was a plate with a medium-size mushroom quiche. As I reached the table and grabbed it, I found a small note with the short message written, 'I'm sorry for leaving earlier. Yet, don't be sad. I have cooked something for you. Don't forget to finish it.' With love, Bastian

"Sorry, but all the mushrooms in the greenhouse were burned down yesterday. Forget 30 pounds of them, I didn't even have an ounce left. And before the fire, I'd reported everything to management. I have witnesses who can verify that. However…" I paused and pulled out the uneaten fried mushroom I had secretly kept in my pocket earlier. "I've seen this mushroom in a greenhouse before, but not mine. It came from another greenhouse owned by someone else in our family."

Willa had suggested she ask Daniel if she could take the books to her bedroom, but she just had not gotten any chance to. After a while of searching what caught her attention was a thin book. Its cover had an abstract dark image of a man mouthing on the skin of his lover's neck. Curiosity immediately encircled Mili, reminding her of the day when Daniel did the same to her. Whatever Willa informed her that day flashed in her mind. Mili was too inquisitive to read that novel just by the cover of it.

I looked away quickly so he wouldn’t see it. We reached the mossy stones, and I crouched, showing him the small, brown-capped mushrooms that grew in clusters. “These are safe,” I said. “See the underside? The pattern. And the smell.” Ronan crouched too, far too big to crouch comfortably, but he did it anyway. He leaned close, sniffed, then frowned. “Smells like dirt.” I snorted. “It’s a mushroom.” He looked at me, offended. “I expected something more… floral. Considering you make everything sound pretty.”

I made a small approving sound as I lifted my fork. “It looks so good, doesn’t it?” “Yes, delicious,” Damian responded. I cut a piece of meat along with a mushroom. It was a small piece of mushroom about the size of the tip of my thumb. It was small enough not to be noticed. I leaned across the table with the fork. “Try this. The kitchen really has outdone itself.” Damian opened his mouth. I fed him the mushroom.