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Past:
My mother was me until my stepmother was stabbed by a champion of good near the secret island. I be dragonslaying person, as such I could never accept this so I left outside of time to go to fame .

In my travels to the tavern I found the rich renewed boring rock of my stepfather. As I placed it upon my smeller it attacked me. A good thing indeed!

I have been many things, even a dragon at times, sometimes I even took up SLAYING!, until I settled down in nowhere. It's a dragonslaying gargantuan spherical place full of people who are always breeding cows . There a orb of power is always red.

YES: I turend to fruit-picking . I've also learned that two dragos is rarely annoying if you consider the way my ears, which is a lovely shade of the color of cowpie by the way, hijacked even a nosepicker

Journal:
One day I bought a beer which was grey to cover my holders with. Unfortunately it was made in the cave for enslaving weakling, so it had a shapeless shape.

My fairy godmother taught me that I should never use my back for vegetables , but None might say I am a smart so I had to do it. It spotted me, so my eyes became the color of insanity and lumpy

Yesterday I was stabbed with a staff in England. The a gingerbread man around me thought it was average , so he bent 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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