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“It’s cold,” I say. “We should take the carriage.” “But I’ve already got this one ready to go. Don’t you want to sit next to me?” “Absolutely not. And if you’d asked me beforehand, I would have told you to hook up the carriage. But you didn’t, so here we are.”
Cinderella Is Dead
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