Kiro Selanor

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‘Mom,’ the girl began, extending the word to about seven syllables. ‘Junior stole my sweetie.’ Junior could go without eating a sweetie. Could have gone without eating dinner or tomorrow’s breakfast as well. Really, the entire household would have been well served dedicating themselves to a few weeks’ fast.
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