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Everything is fake

Everything is fake

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"Prince Wilhelm," the voice of Malin, his bodyguard standing just a few feet behind him, manages to get him out of his trance but he doesn't move an inch "everything okay?" Wilhelm feels like snorting. Like laughing in her fucking face. Of course nothing is okay. And he is sure she is well aware of it, she has been following him around for long enough to know that no. Nothing is fucking okay. He wants to yell at her, tell her to back the fuck off and maybe smash the tinted car windows in the process. Take all of his anger out on people undeserving of it. Or What would have happened if Wilhelm hadn't left after saying "I love you" to Simon.
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