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... icken opponent. He stared down at his crumbled formation as he tried to swallow the truth. He had been beaten by a nine-year-old child.
However, there was no need for him to feel bad. While it would have been quite embarrassing for him to have lost to any other nine-year-old, he had lost against me. Christina Noir.
“Fufu.”
I was running through the mansion at one, at three I had a command of language, at five I had read every book in my father’s library, at seven I ...
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