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| For as long as I can remember my family has ruled it's people truthfully and elequently. Love is our chief export and the royal family dishes it out at will. | |
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| We have never had any complaints from the islanders. Then out of nowhere these missionaries come in armed with pheasant dinners. They persuade the islanders with their stories. | |
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| The royal family is losing control. Islanders are taking the love they auotmate in our factories and converting it into remorse and hording it out of the country. I must face one of these missionaries | |
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