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I DON'T KNOW MY NAME

The King sat outside the homeless shelter dazed and confused. The witch made certain to create a new persona for the king. The witch gave the King tattered clothes, his jeans were worn and faded, and a holey t-shirt. His hair was a greasy, with his bangs hanging in his eyes.

Peering out of the homeless shelter was a middle-aged woman.

Looking out into the trash lined street where many misfortunate souls have found themselves without a home. Stephanie, a volunteer at the orphanage, noticed a tall man that might even be considered good looking, if it wasn't for his disheveled look. Most of the homeless were the same people every day. She had never seen this man before. Curious, Stephanie went outside to talk to the homeless man. Walking up to him, Stephanie noticed this man was well over six feet tall. He is probably near 6ft. 5 inches in height. Stephanie isn't short by any means for a woman. Stephanie is around 5'11 and is attractive. She doesn't wear loud clothing; sh

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