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The Princess

The princess I don`t understand the British when Diana died the county went into an unseemly mourning a mass hysteria of grief. She was divorced for a little called Charles they had two sons who are both going bald. I didn`t think much of her going on holidays living The kids at home, if a working-class mother had done this the social people would have knocked on the door. Diana took up living with an Arab and Charles married a horse, hadn`t she died she would by now giving hampers to the wealthy at Christmas. And no one would have called her a people’s princess.

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