Howdy howdy. The name is Yurams Biatch, and I am just that. Being Yuram's biatch, I find that I am quite busy. I have to do her laundry, pick her up Starbucks, and water her cactus. She'll work me to an early grave she will. However, I have not a choice. I am Yuram's biatch and I fear I will be this for the rest of my life. I was desperate for some extra gold to pay my college tuition and didn't even read through the contract. I didn't know I was trading over my immortal soul. Anyway, I can't write anymore right now. I have to feed her geneticly altered armadillos. Bye!
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