Expectation

She christened me a sailor. I didn’t want to be one. She christened me a sailor. I didn’t want to be one. She christened me a sailor. I didn’t want to be one. She christened me a sailor. I didn’t want to be one. She christened me a sailor. I didn’t want to be one. She christened me a sailor. I did not want to be one. She christened me a sailor. I didn’t want to be one. She christened me a sailor. I realized how useful knots could be.

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