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Her red hair ....wow the life of a pirate has almost forgotten that wench. Yet I knew her sister, I knew her and her family ,I even wanted to ...well it was a long time ago. Now there she is again a glimpse on a dock just standing there. Should I say hi or just row on past. Life as a pirate is good and to stop I think I would have to clean myself up some and be well respectable. Na...I'll stay a pirate.
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