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Lets just say, I wasn't the best princess, heck I wasn't the best GIRL. My manners, nonexistent. My taste in boys, awful (according to my mother), and my talents, lets just say they don't include anything a GIRL should be able to do. Stuff like burping the alphabet,(Which is awesome),chugging a can of beer, and whipping everyone's arses in football. (Soccer). All this, and you get the princess of England. Although, nobody knows of my existence yet. According to all of England, my parents had no children, and were considering adoption. Psh, the fist part was wrong, but if I didn't straighten out by my eighteenth birthday, the second part would be true as well. So, as you can tell, I was in deep shit, and the only person who could get me out of it was Channing tatum. (Haha just kidding.) the only person who could wiggle there way out of this mess was me, and I didn't do to well in the princess department. That's why I was kept a secret. Hidden.

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⏰ Last updated: May 25, 2013 ⏰

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