Anchored Episode 11- Divided

“yes mum," said bartholomew dramatically and samantha punched him in the shoulder before unravelling our transportation mat.

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The Experimentals

The experimentals (c) faolan bartholomew two thousand teenagers ranging from ages fifteen to nineteen, were standing in a giant auditorium in a haphazard mass looking around murmuring to themselves about why they had been taken here

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Ch. 18 - A Fatal Reunion

"b-b-bartholomew!" garen gasped, his body held in place by the ursar's presence. "by the pantheon you've gotten skinny," bart mocked. "did you fall on hard times and run out of food once i left? or did you run out of people to smack around?

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Utopolis 1

"the chieftain war...growing corn...the life of bartholomew the majestic..."

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Ch. 15: Hilfa

"i asked you a question, bartholomew!" the ursar's ears flattened against his head. he didn't know what to say. he could barely remember what happened anyways.

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Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 19

bartholomew sniggered and elbowed his brother in the ribs. "eh? eh?" "your wit knows no limit, barty. now come! let us depart!" "hear, hear!"

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The Used Child CH 27

“alexander bartholomew crimson, it is such a pleasure to see you again.”

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Taboo Preview: The Rising of the Moon Over the Atlantic

In the doorway stood charlie bartholomew patters, heir to the patters' fortune.

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Ch. 11: An Unexpected Reunion

I'm hurt, bartholomew stoutmantle." "don't call me that... name?" all the bluster was taken out of bart's words. ever since his imprisonment back in olaraa, he'd never once referred to himself as stoutmantle.

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Roth Tales 07

"i'm benjamin bartholomew roth, the third. i requested to transfer here to finish my business training." his features softened a little, seeing the otter nodding timidly. "i, ah, stand corrected." he swallowed hard. "a, a roth? one of the roth's?"

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Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 132

From inside she pulled half a pillow case, the edges torn and frayed, a flask that looked suspiciously like the one bartholomew always carried with him, and a needle and thread. "all out of bandages..." mother whispered. "all out of disinfectant.

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Ch. 2: Stoutmantle

And so, bartholomew sat on the doorstep and waited. his eyes scanned the roads for his family.

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