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Jun 15
The princess was big, but not big enough to know
that the sickly, temperamental hound dog had posed no real threat to her health or safety.
Nor did she realize that none of her private adventures through the overgrown castle courtyard were as unsupervised as they appeared.
But she did know, when she recounted the events to her father, wide eyes and flapping hands, that he was proud of her for being so brave.
Hannah Christina
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Hannah Christina  22/F/Midwestern America
(22/F/Midwestern America)   
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