She walked graciously through the Royal Gardens, checking that every single rose in it were red, and making awful jokes that everyone had to laugh at if they wanted to keep their heads on.
The end.
She walked graciously through the Royal Gardens, checking that every single rose in it were red, and making awful jokes that everyone had to laugh at if they wanted to keep their heads on.
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