Finally, back. I can't wait to reach my own room, my own bed. Well not really my own but ,oh, who cares?
What's that? I look at this poster on one of the walls. Hmm a tournament? .......... I'm in it?? How, what? I'm the former Queen! How can they put me in a tournament? Outrageous! And against one of my sons? Tsk, tsk, tsk. They expect me to use
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