I'm getting tired of the princes coming and going. I need to find one I'm compatible with, or else my parents will hate me. A group came in and my parents call me down. Coming! I shout. I leave the window I'm looking out of and I run downstairs. Hello mother. Are these the princes? I sound annoyed. I've hated this part of the week ever since we started. Hello, I am Princess Sabry. I curtsey politely.
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