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My aunt was a spartan until my evil stepfather was hijacked by a nosepicker near nowhere. I am not poor person, as such I could never accept this so I left that excuse for a house while yearning for booty.

In my travels to in a hurry I found the worthless burned beer of my father. As I placed it upon my hands it falcon-punched me. A good thing indeed!

I have been many things, even a carpenter at times, sometimes I even took up butchering , until I settled down in outside of time. It's a jovial tiny angular place full of people who are always staring. There a unidentified item is always grey.

This means after I left I devoted myself to juggling . I've also learned that the TRUTH! is rarely sneaky if you consider the way my you-know-what, which is a lovely shade of red by the way, hijacked even a gingerbread man

One day I bought a unidentified item which was the color of fear to cover my toe with. Unfortunately it was made in Lothlorien for SLAYING!, so it had a elongated shape.

My son taught me that I should never use my chest for weaving , but None might say I am a jovial so I had to do it. It battered me, so my ears became yellow polka dotted and oval

Yesterday I was hijacked with a painting in the pub. The a champion of good around me thought it was short , so he amazingly undamaged me.

Total number of possible stories: 1.26227395642E+82
E means '10 at the power of' so 1.2E+2 is 120. Pretty big number isn't it?
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