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Her sword was sharp, but her mind was sharper, so her blade was rarely drawn.

One day she was challenged to a duel. A crowd gathered, eager to witness her skills.

Her opponent hurled sly insults and she redirected it with finesse.

The crowd grew, holding their breaths, expecting a clashing of steel any moment.

The tongue lashings went on for hours, then both women went silent.

"So, dinner at my place?"

"I'd love to."

The crowd aww'd.

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