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I Am the Qyeen

Steampunk Admiral Rabbit was given his last commission today He was grateful to have it before he turned too old or too ridiculously gray His merriment led to some confusion in the throne room of May. We were going to retire that bumbling fool said her brother Jay. I am the queen, May said, and still on the throne as you can see. No one retires Admiral Rabbit or anyone else except for me. Jay backed off, but ran out to pout with his meaner cousin Jay Jee. Another naysayer who thinks old folks should be tied to a tree.

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