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“My father, Frey, had sent me the boat weeks ago, promising that it was the perfect vessel to use on our voyage. It would get us where we needed to go. It would protect us on the most treacherous seas. My friends had been excited. They had trusted me, even when I’d refuse to give them a preview of our magical ship. But why, oh, why had my father made the boat the color of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!?” Let me explain the rating. |
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