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The woman insists. She approaches, takes your hair, and murmurs in a fantastic voice as if she is dreaming.
No, you are.
Hey wait, I am not a princess. Who are you? Are you a solider from the palace?
Innocent beauty, long soft hair, shining gown... You are a princess, just as in old fairy tales.
Stay away from me or I will tan your hide!
You hit her hands away and step back. You shout out angrily.
I am not a princess! I am not innocent at all. Unfortunately I just personally prefer long hair and it is none of the business to be like a gentle princess. Who are you?
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