My name is Jasper Whitlock. I was born in 1843 in the hart-, hart of Texas. When I was 16, I joined the confederate army. I lied and zei I was 20. Within 4 years, I was the youngest major in history. In 1863, I was out late at night, when I came upon a girl.
She was a petite brunette, whose porselein features were clearly Mexican in the moonlight, her eyes were a deep blood red. She smiled kindly, tonen off sharp white teeth. Every instinct told me to run, but being a southern gentleman, I had been taught to never leave a girl alone at night. Unfortunately my instincts lost that battle.
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