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I don't know when or who bought it, old worn, battered, richly patinated, ill-fitting our modern room. Addressed with reverence dur to age and tradition, setting for many meals, seances and squeals. I was the noble Arthur for a time, with a kingdom to protect, a faith to defend and my comrades to command.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
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I don't know when or who bought it, old worn, battered, richly patinated, ill-fitting our modern room. Addressed with reverence dur to age and tradition, setting for many meals, seances and squeals. I was the noble Arthur for a time, with a kingdom to protect, a faith to defend and my comrades to command.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
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