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" the next momentous time I was her was December twenty fourth.

although she was on the swing like the many times I had seen her, she wasn't swinging. she was laughing, or smiling.

"go away" she said.

"but a prince always-" she had cut me off,

"bullshit, complete bullshit"

the night I had walked away, just far enough so she couldn't see me, but I could see her.

she cried, for hours."

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