Two feet down; a hundred to go. The prince had better be in the tower.
Damn the sorcerer. Just because I wouldn't dance with him, he makes me a green frog. I never looked good in green.
Ouch! These bricks are hot.
If Prince Charming would just let down his blond locks, and pull me up, this would be a lot easier. One kiss, that's all it'll take. Bet he won't do it either, the jerk.
Ugh, I just broke a nail! Why didn't someone tell me being in a fairy tale would be this hard?
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