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King of Kinkan

King of Kinkan

The day dawned peachy in the capital of Kinkan. Quentin went out for a stroll, skipped over a crack or two ignoring the warnings. He wasn't having it. He had an appointment with the king. Early so no one would notice.

— You're not wearing your crown.
— You're not wearing your tiara, Kent.
— This place
— Yes, this place. It can wear you down with its rules.Did you get up on the proper side of the bed, drink your wake up tea before looking in the mirror, put your right shoe on first?
— No.
— Neither did I. As King I don't have to. Still, be careful. The Kinkan are kind but they'll nag you to death.

© Kåre Enga [175.260] (9.oktober.2018)

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