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there was a king in a lair of turtles. he pried off his shell and raised it above his head: i am naked as a cobra now. i shall give you all of my gold. the crowd cheered. they loved their king. later that night, the spies from a nearby clan made their way back through the dark, to their own king. then he tried taking off his own shell, it was impossible. so virtuous! the rival king shouted, then mumbled to himself virtous yes, but impossible? allow me to demonstrate. the king tore off his shell and began to bleed profusely. the doctors arrived with haste. there is nothing we can do. i'm afraid we have lost our king. the next day, the rival turtles weeped, but not passionately. they heard of the great neighboring king and of his magnificence and already began to wonderfully shoulder the new obedience and short migration. |
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