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January 2, 2013
Pitiful Percoughalees decided
to cool things down, and give
Mendotta some space.
His reason being, that Mendotta
might miss him, and he’d then
be back in the race.
He also needed time to upstage
Unkonkey – an arrogant Admiral
indeed – who Percoughalees thought
behind his uniform, was probably a
beach bum on speed!
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