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| I was born under a kitchen tile. They had to do it in secret. Almost as soon as I was born they smuggled me out of the house and onto a freight plane. I spent the first few hours of my life thousands of feet up in the air surrounded by tulips. When the plane landed I was transferred to a jeep and then driven deep into the jungle. Along the way the jeep crashed and I was flung into a river. Somehow I got washed up near a village. They took me in and cared for me. They gave me the name Dean. |
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