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Aganzir, of course I will parent you. Poor little lamb, born under a cloud. I was wild as a girl, I ran away, possibly with some travelling players, possibly under my own steam...but returned one day with a child in tow, and no explanations or ancedents are forthcoming.
As for which family...who is prepared to accept this blot on their escutcheon?
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Out went the candle, and we were left darkling
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