She wanted a prince.
But she knew that you didn’t just find a prince on a street
corner. Princes didn’t grow on trees. No, if she wanted to find her royal, she’d
have to kiss an awful lot of frogs.
So she closed her eyes and dived in. She left no frog
unkissed, since she knew that any of one them could be the prince…
So many weren’t though.
But eventually, she found him. The diamond in the rough, the
rose in the thorns, the prince among the frogs.
Shame that all those frogs had given her warts by then.
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