| Born in 1674 to a poor Dutch family, Edda always felt like she didn't belong |
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 | I don't belong | |
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| Her parents always scolded her for her childish dreams. "Eat your pig innards," they urged Edda. "It'll stop your preposterous dreaming." But fate prevailed. |
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| Who..who are you? | |
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| Hold on for a moment... Yes, mmhmm, yes, ok, yes I have that spreadsheet. ...Ok, now what do you want? Oh you want to be someone else? Oh, hehe, I can do that | |
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| And in an instant, Edda's wildest dreams came true. |
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| Where's my margarita! | |
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| f#*k. | |
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