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The Spanish king and I

The King and I I have seen the king of Spain abdicating in full uniform, but his cap was too small this made him look jolly except for his cane and the small steps of an old man. Until recently he looked handsome and had many mistresses and he was fond of hunting elephants; he has given up both pursuits and is faithful to the queen. Old age sometimes arrive suddenly, there you are walking about feeling in tune with the world, for next waking up in a hospital being lifted by strong arms from a trolley to a bed and have your shrunken ***** cleaned by a brisk nurse. The king and I are identical.

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