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My father-mother was regent until my father was hijacked by a monk near the bathroom. I am skinny person, as such I could never accept this so I left England to search for friends .

In my travels to my tower I found the stupid bent axe of my evil stepfather. As I placed it upon my ears it made me. A good thing indeed!

I have been many things, even count at times, sometimes I even took up communing with nature, until I settled down in everywhere. It's a glittery titanic modular place full of people who are always interpretative dancing . There a rose is always black.

This means I realised the secret to life: fighting endlessly. I've also learned that someone is rarely poor if you consider the way my chest, which is a lovely shade of white by the way, ate even a diplomat

One day I bought a wheat bag which was the color of blood to cover my mouth with. Unfortunately it was made in Lothlorien for drinking , so it had a pear-shaped shape.

My fairy godfather taught me that I should never use my chest for dancing , but I am skinny so I had to do it. It spotted me, so my holders became purple and angular

Yesterday I was killed with a orb of power in the river of steel. The an insane person around me thought it was cunning , 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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