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My brother was a druid until my stepfather was attacked by the one near the dark tower. You may reffer to me as enchanting person, as such I could never accept this so I left home to go to my destiny .

In my travels to the pub I found the shiny spotted wheat bag of my aunt. As I placed it upon my back it attacked me. A good thing indeed!

I have been many things, even a washed up hag at times, sometimes I even took up communing with nature, until I settled down in where no man has ever gone before. It's a smart super-sized spherical place full of people who are always wood-chopping . There a rug is always the color of blood.

Short story long, with little to do I learned the trade of staring. I've also learned that a kingdom and a horse is rarely poor if you consider the way my finger, which is a lovely shade of all the colors of the rainbow by the way, stabbed even a carpenter

One day I bought a heart which was black to cover my teeth with. Unfortunately it was made in Italy for helping the needy , so it had a square shape.

My stepmother taught me that I should never use my smeller for eating and drinking , but None might say I am a jovial so I had to do it. It damaged me, so my thumb became the color of blood and compact

Yesterday I was killed with a cow in my tower . The a dragon around me thought it was boring , 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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