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imported>Coreyg1423: Removed unneeded link

2025-11-26T00:02:35Z

Removed unneeded link

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	Politics, politics, always politics. You swear that you are too busy at court to visit your son, but that is a lie. I know that you do not want to be seen with him. How many heirs has your supposed wife, Bella, produced? None, by my count, and I keep track. You think that I am beneath ~~you~~, and you may be right, but at least I had the courage to take care of your son rather than throw him out in the street, which many a night I yearned to do. Instead, I have raised him to be a good boy. He minds the house while I work in the shop.		Politics, politics, always politics. You swear that you are too busy at court to visit your son, but that is a lie. I know that you do not want to be seen with him. How many heirs has your supposed wife, Bella, produced? None, by my count, and I keep track. You think that I am beneath, and you may be right, but at least I had the courage to take care of your son rather than throw him out in the street, which many a night I yearned to do. Instead, I have raised him to be a good boy. He minds the house while I work in the shop.

	Now, he's almost all grown up and the heir to your estate. And who do you have? An upper-class wife, who commandeers your money, wears a wig and parades around like a peacock, in spite of the fact she is as infertile as a donkey. I may envy your [[money]] and your masculinity, Vincente, but I do not envy you that.		Now, he's almost all grown up and the heir to your estate. And who do you have? An upper-class wife, who commandeers your money, wears a wig and parades around like a peacock, in spite of the fact she is as infertile as a donkey. I may envy your money and your masculinity, Vincente, but I do not envy you that.

	Visit our son or not, he'll have your estate soon enough. May God comfort you during the endless winter of your fertility.		Visit our son or not, he'll have your estate soon enough. May God comfort you during the endless winter of your fertility.

imported>Coreyg1423: added the missing word

2025-11-25T23:59:32Z

added the missing word

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	Politics, politics, always politics. You swear that you are too busy at court to visit your son, but that is a lie. I know that you do not want to be seen with him. How many heirs has your supposed wife, Bella, produced? None, by my count, and I keep track. You think that I am beneath, and you may be right, but at least I had the courage to take care of your son rather than throw him out in the street, which many a night I yearned to do. Instead, I have raised him to be a good boy. He minds the house while I work in the shop.		Politics, politics, always politics. You swear that you are too busy at court to visit your son, but that is a lie. I know that you do not want to be seen with him. How many heirs has your supposed wife, Bella, produced? None, by my count, and I keep track. You think that I am beneath you, and you may be right, but at least I had the courage to take care of your son rather than throw him out in the street, which many a night I yearned to do. Instead, I have raised him to be a good boy. He minds the house while I work in the shop.

	Now, he's almost all grown up and the heir to your estate. And who do you have? An upper-class wife, who commandeers your money, wears a wig and parades around like a peacock, in spite of the fact she is as infertile as a donkey. I may envy your [[money]] and your masculinity, Vincente, but I do not envy you that.		Now, he's almost all grown up and the heir to your estate. And who do you have? An upper-class wife, who commandeers your money, wears a wig and parades around like a peacock, in spite of the fact she is as infertile as a donkey. I may envy your [[money]] and your masculinity, Vincente, but I do not envy you that.

imported>Piero.schiavone1994 at 21:24, 15 January 2017

2017-01-15T21:24:38Z

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	Politics, politics, always politics. You swear that you are too busy at court to visit your son, but that is a lie. I know that you do not want to be seen with him. How many heirs has your supposed wife, Bella, produced? None, by my count, and I keep track. You think that I am beneath, and you may be right, but at least I had the courage to take care of your son rather than throw him out in the street, which many a night I yearned to do. Instead, I have raised him to be a good boy. He minds the house while I work in the shop.		Politics, politics, always politics. You swear that you are too busy at court to visit your son, but that is a lie. I know that you do not want to be seen with him. How many heirs has your supposed wife, Bella, produced? None, by my count, and I keep track. You think that I am beneath, and you may be right, but at least I had the courage to take care of your son rather than throw him out in the street, which many a night I yearned to do. Instead, I have raised him to be a good boy. He minds the house while I work in the shop.

	Now, he's almost all grown up and the heir to your estate. And who do you have? An upper-class wife, who commandeers your money, wears a wig and parades around like a peacock, in spite of the fact she is as infertile as a donkey. I may envy your money and your masculinity, Vincente, but I do not envy you that.		Now, he's almost all grown up and the heir to your estate. And who do you have? An upper-class wife, who commandeers your money, wears a wig and parades around like a peacock, in spite of the fact she is as infertile as a donkey. I may envy your [[money]] and your masculinity, Vincente, but I do not envy you that.

	Visit our son or not, he'll have your estate soon enough. May God comfort you during the endless winter of your fertility.		Visit our son or not, he'll have your estate soon enough. May God comfort you during the endless winter of your fertility.

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Politics, politics, always politics. You swear that you are too busy at court to visit your son, but that is a lie. I know that you do not want to be seen with him. How many heirs has your supposed wife, Bella, produced? None, by my count, and I keep track. You think that I am beneath, and you may be right, but at least I had the courage to take care of your son rather than throw him out in the street, which many a night I yearned to do. Instead, I have raised him to be a good boy. He minds the house while I work in the shop.

Now, he's almost all grown up and the heir to your estate. And who do you have? An upper-class wife, who commandeers your money, wears a wig and parades around like a peacock, in spite of the fact she is as infertile as a donkey. I may envy your money and your masculinity, Vincente, but I do not envy you that.

Visit our son or not, he'll have your estate soon enough. May God comfort you during the endless winter of your fertility.

Ciao,

Diana
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