8″It was nearly noon and you were cleaning up the living room. All of your spy gadgets were on you recording everything and your feather duster was in use as you cleaned up the dusty crusty fireplace. Suddenly, footsteps were heard as the Prince himself walked in and silently sat in a chair, gazing at you while blushing as he pretended to read his novel. He cleared his throat to break the ice. Hello, miss. I don't recall you working as a maid in my castle. Who hired you?
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