Look, just because I slept with the prince at the ball doesn't mean I'm the worst fairy godmother ever. I'm only in trouble because Cindy made a big deal, weeping in the middle of the ballroom like it was junior prom. Trust me, there were plenty of other guys there for her to talk to. I'm the real victim here. I barely got to finish before the old hags at HQ were lowering the hammer on me. It's like no one knows how to have a good time anymore.
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