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Fate . Cousin It's cousin, I think, crawling out of Fate's dark, dreary side and on in. Drink up, don't want him to get any.
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Felix .
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Fingies 1 .
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Flake . The love child of a peanut and a snowman, and very pleased to see ya.
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Flannery . Flannery is freshly baked coppery goodness on the bottom with clean white icing up top, with a wide handle and a smattering of whimsical grooves carved around her middle. My first attempt at a hexagonal foot, which I think went well even if it's not cleanly done.
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Flip . Flip is the friend you don't see often, but when you do it's a bear hug, and when think of fondly when he's gone.
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Flo . Half brick red, half taupe, with vibrant turquoise rivuletting down from the rim, Flo's thick juicy glaze threatens to ooze right onto the table, but doesn't quite. Enjoy her elf-ear handle and the aurora borealis on that one side.
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Floam . A storm of sandpipers race to the edge of grape taffy island.
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Florence . 14 oz mug . I have a feeling that whatever you brew with this friend may come out tasting like strawberry shortcake, but is that so bad?
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Flossy .
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Flounce . For delicate amounts of robust beverage, any day that begins with a sip from Flounce is a party. She's fancy and ready to take it all on.
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Foote .
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Fox . Looks harmless - here, look, I think they want you to follow them. See the prints? Into-the-dark-woods. Just keep an eye on the bright white of that tail...
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Frackle . Frackle's light as a feather. He's got a delicate shell, reminiscent of an oriole's egg, with a robust handle and a spicy six-sided rim.
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Frances .
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Fred . Fred's a good guy. He's got a button nose and soft, kind ears. This shade of red has a smattering of vibrant blue in it that gives Fred a hint of purple shimmer.
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Fresia . Fresia is the fire pit you haven't used in a couple weeks, and now there are dandelions growing out of it. Today the bees can have them, and in another few days they'll burn.
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Funicular . Raise it up, Buttercup - each layer represents represents a stage of your procrastination. Don't let the hands of today spill on the coffee of tomorrow.
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