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| Pray tell, my fair maiden. Why do you withhold the greatest of treasure in all the lands? | |
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| If you must pry, I have a reason dwelling deep within me that I can not fully let go..... | |
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Sadly, the Captain would never have his question answered. Mere moments later, Lady Gwendolen shit her pants. The End.
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