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The Fairy Godmother
We were five girls, just turned thirteen, bouncing up and down on our toes because we had been assigned our own fairy godmothers. Only the best, brightest, and most beautiful girls received fairy godmothers. I, of course, had the best and the brightest, being the daughter of the king. I had the finest dress, shoes, and tiara. I would…
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