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Crowned
Crowned
One by one they turned to look at Quentin. He stood there in shock as the Kinkan started yelling and shouting in glee, throwing kumquats at him. Quentin ducked and would've run but the way was blocked by the pawnshop keeper holding his old tiara. The Kinkan circled raising voices. Long live The King! And crowned him. The festival went on for three days until nary a jar of kumquat jam was left. Then they gave him the keys to the palace.
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