It was just a small cut, a
shiver of slow-moving pain, a
dull throb really, with
very little blood, just
little beads on a
bright new bracelet
worn in her private
Princess time.
It was just a small cut, a
shiver of slow-moving pain, a
dull throb really, with
very little blood, just
little beads on a
bright new bracelet
worn in her private
Princess time.
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