It's raining outside.Inside - a glass jar full of cream,
a book in which the knight saves the princess from a dragon,
a windowsill seat to sit on.
The princess reading the book pretends it's a throne.In the real world, the princess doesn't need saving.
And the knight doesn't care.
She takes the dragon as a pet.
That night, the rain cried instead of them.
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