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Ah, my beloved Lancelot. Somehow, I knew that it would reach the final.
Now soft, old friend. Not mourn his King … his old friend. Attoned for, is in my eyes and the eyes of the Lord, and today you made on my legacy to be. It is a tear? No, Lancelot, without tears they shed this day. For four of the seven games before losing in the table of kicker Excalibur my son Modred, and now I get revenge.
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