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Come and take your seat, Lady Dorina.

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Karen Chance
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
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Poireaux vinaigrette aux grains de caviar.” I did a quick translation. “Leeks and fish eggs in vinegar?” He grinned. “It sounds better in French.” Yeah, but did it taste better?
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