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      <title>The New King</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This is a work of fiction. These actions should never be performed without consent. Some aspects of this story are not safe to preform.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing stays the same. That is the one thing I am sure of. You see, I grew up in a normal, happy family. We lived out in the country in mid-America. It used to be called Missouri, but that&amp;rsquo;s a name long since obsolete. I had a happy childhood, full of laughter and joy. I grew up, but my life was still full. I had my challenges, as anyone does, but overall life was wonderful. Then I turned twenty..&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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