Once upon a time, there was a man name Jon Snow.
He was a bastard.
He also disliked smiling.
But mostly he was a bastard.
One day, he woke up and thought, “Being a bastard is surely rough,” and promptly got ready for his day.
At breakfast, he was asked how he day was going, “Terribly given I’m a bastard.”
Durning his morning rounds, he located a treasures upon treasures. Someone asked, “What will you do with your increased riches.”
He frowned, “This means nothing when you are a bastard.”
Later that night, he cried a single tear of a bastard and whispered, “I’m a bastard.”
accurate.
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