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Four Weeks Later.
Sally came out to the backyard to see her princess washing her clothes. Sally would have rushed to take the clothes from her before, but today, she didn't.
Her princess needed the distraction. She needed the activity to get her mind off painful things.
Her princess turned then and saw her. She smiled at her, "Sally..."
Sally forced herself to beam at her. "My princess. Do you need my help?" she offered anyway.
Danika shook her head, "No.... I'm fine."
Sally bit her lips. It hurts, just having to come say this to her princess.
Danika saw the pain and indecision in Sally's eyes. She dropped the piece of clothing back to the small river. She turned to Sally, "What is it?"
"Princess Kamara w-will be arriving t
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