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By George Chow

There is a knight got the ball once. They all line up on a hill equipped. Some say long, some say short. Their creed repeats until it sounds simple. I thought of the blonde cover knight about merry me. And the keep going white, stumble the armors to empty. If God have mercy. I wont buried. Maybe its the sand of send, lasts a knight ride up a dragon, then bring us all to endos.

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