. A sort of fairy tale.
You know those loves to bedtime, in which the beautiful princess was always saved from the fascinating prince from the long golden mane?
You know the happiness that fills almost unreal every word of those stories where the prince, riding his horse, come back every day from his princess?
Well, something like that.
Even if my horse is a yellow and blue airplane.
Arrival, my princess isdita.
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