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If you are a beautiful strong kurdish woman, someone will put this in your comments.
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my dad hears me and calls me a surrender monkey, he is obviously jealous of my devotion to France, i call him a kraut he slaps me and sends me to sleep. i am crying now because my face hurts. it is very cold, but i feel a warmth coming towards me, it smells of fine wine and Cheese, i look over.
its Napoleon! i am so happy, he whispers into my ear "Vive La France" he grabs me with his powerful french hands and puts me on my hands and knees, i'm ready.
i can hear him chomping on my tasty baguette and my eyes start to water fine wine. i push against his artillery line, i want to please Napoleon. he roars a mighty roar to the tune of La Marseilles, as he fills my cake with his creme.
my dad walks in and Napoleon looks him deep in the eyes and says "This is my country now" Napoleon leaves through my window. France is love, France is life.