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I really don't have much to say about Ken. He's happy, confused at times, all smiles. He loves soccer. I never really could call him anything other than a sports figure. No, hes not fire, water, air. Well, maybe air. He seems to move freely without a care in the world. But when mad, could be a killing machine. | |||||||
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