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alt_pansyApon a time (once) there was a girl with apple cheeks and an affable (did I use it right?) air who liked ambling around the park and angling for fish, even though she hated eating them, because fish are slimy and gross. She was awfully sweet, and was always generous.
Then her parents died, because that sort of thing happens all the time in fairy stories. So she was all alone.
Awwww.
Then her parents died, because that sort of thing happens all the time in fairy stories. So she was all alone.
Awwww.
