And, so, our King Duskin, the youth, opens all his windows, and takes a cigar from one of his cigar boxes, and puts it in his mouth. "Heaven isn't complete without you," he tells his cigar, before lighting it. He then sits at his honorable table, on a cushion, and gets on his laptop, where he writes an X-Men fanfiction that he is descended of Azazel and Mystique, and Xavier and McTaggert, and Magneto and Frigid. He spends a bit of two hours writing, smoking two cigars, keeping the writing Mature at maximum: .
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