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Joan is on her way to the governer...
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| Tralala.. on my way to the governer... | |
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Joan is now at the governer's place...
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| Hi. Iam Joan. I was assinged a mission by god. I have to take prince Charles to Reims to get him crowned. But to do so, I need some men, horses and your permission. What do you say? | |
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| Ha Ha Ha!!! I say, go back to where you came from | |
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Joan is turned dow by the governer and is sent home.
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| Aww I hoped you would agree! :( | |
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| Well, I didn't. So stop wasting my time and go away! | |
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