[ It's not her fault really, it's in her nature. All of the sisters (a garden, no weeds) have bow-shaped mouths and bee-stung lips and needle teeth behind. Theirs is a race of one, one who is legion and one who is nigh, and all of Mary's sister-daughter-selves are born with a red, red maw.
She watches the grin and the smiles, distant and dreamy. ]
Oh no, not a queen. There's only one of those. I'm a princess, but I don't mind.
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She watches the grin and the smiles, distant and dreamy. ]
Oh no, not a queen. There's only one of those. I'm a princess, but I don't mind.